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?