I wrote this poem on the 5th of December 2017, and I felt that now was the right time to share it. It’s been a month, and I am ready to share it now.
The Forest
A boy of nature finds his wings,
His eyes they twinkle like a star,
The forest of my youth today,
The trees look less green, I must say.
The clouds are a little dimmer,
The sun perhaps a little darker
In the forest where the squirrels hide,
My memories they will reside.
