Forest Friend

Her eyes reflect the green hues of the pine trees

Tip of her nose wind chapped from the swirling of the air

The freshly fallen snow glistening off of her wide smile

Fingers tracing the rough bark appreciating every groove

Chocolate brown hair flowing behind her like a cape

The only thing being left behind being the shape of her boots prints

Staying quiet in respect to her surrondings

A bridge between serenity and reality

 

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world

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