Wild

Sweet dusty smells drift in and out,

green monsters leave their tracks,

rough edges untouched by man,

silence deep within the hallow nothing,

an indescribable sensation settles in the mouth,

the forest is the wild, and it stops for no one.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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