All I Need

That subtle,



How long it lasts.

The swift

sway of the trees.

Vibrant leaves

gentley descending.

My favorite place,

where I can regain sanity.

My soul longs for the pure,


forests of New England.

I will never leave them behind.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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