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