I sat on the edge of the Forest:
I sat on the edge of the forest and listened
The leaves rustled
The birds sang
The cricket chirped
I sat on the edge of the forest and watched
The flowers swayed
The clouds rolled on
The dragonflies fluttered past
I sat on the edge of the forest and thought
I’m glad I was with you
And if you can see the beauty in this deranged world
Then I can too
I sat on the edge of the forest and found
Peace
Dreams
They say Autumn is the time of dreams.
You can change with the changing leaves,
Your hope taking flight on the back of owls’ wings.
But they won’t tell you that the aspiration of fall gives way
To the desperation of winter.
They won’t say that your dreams will shrivel up and die
If left in the harsh temperatures too long.
When the air grows cold and bitter
Your dreams will wither.
So please my dear don’t let your dreams die in the unsympathetic winter.
Bring them inside,
Set them up comfy by the fire.
In the spring, when the darkness fades,
Dust out your dreams again.
If Trees could Talk:
If these trees could talk, what would they say?
Would they laugh out loud about our childish games?
Would they tell the tale of each game of tag?
Would they remember all of the rules?
If these trees could talk, what would they say?
Would they holler at our teenage stupidity?
Would they scream at us for all our useless tears?
Would they wish deep down we just knew the value of our time?
If these trees could talk, what would they say?