A Forest: Sestina

I walk in quiet

harmony hearing

the song of the forest, 

with the warmth from

the sun gently

holding and filling

this small earth.

I listen to the earth

with its quiet laughter,

filling brooks and streams.

I listen to the bird’s song

 as I walk through

the twisted branches

that gently sway with the breeze.

The breeze, which dances and drifts,

bringing warmth to the shadows.

 I feel its warmth in the summer, chill in the winter.

 I see the earth covered in green

 and blanketed in white.

 I feel the gentle hand of the breeze and the harsh whipping of the wind.

 I hear the quiet singing of the birds and the howl of the wolf.

I hear the song of life filling the wood.

A filling melody of laughter and warmth,

a song of the forest and earth.

Every life playing a part in its quiet

harmonies, gently intertwined.

The placid circle of life always spinning, .

filling life with dark and light,

with quiet pain and excited laughter,

 with warmth and cold,

with water and earth,

all creating one song.

The song

that gently

holds the earth,

filling it with nights and days,

deaths and warmth’s and all in quiet harmony.

 The quiet song

of life which thrives in the wood with the

warmth of the sun and the tender

hand of the breezes to carry it to all the corners,

filling our home, the earth.

By: Becca T LA#5 

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