Forest Walk

Just a short poem which I wrote on an autumn day when I was bored :)


2. The Forest Walk-- A poem


Crispy, crunchy, scarlet red,

The autumn leaves around my head,

A sweet melody, a tune,

The robins will be singing soon.

Soft, green grass swaying in the breeze,

Dancing, worshipping the trees.

The cornflower blue sky,

On the ground I would lie,

And watch the birds fly.

The flowers whisper to each other,

Telling secrets of another,

Canary yellow, azure blue,

I stop and listen too.

The majestic winds whir,

The city life is now a blur,

As I trudge through this heavenly place,

Savouring every single little trace.

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