The place where the birds sing
The forest
It’s amazing the flourishment of flowers and trees surrounding the place
While a soft and quiet sound of water flows through
Bird chattering…
Filling the air with joy and excitement
A path decreasing in size
“Wow”, says a small voice, entering this wonder place
Soft footsteps continue, “boom, boom, boom”
Suddenly stops, talking a deep breath
Soon slowly turning around
Is this what life is?
I think so…
About the Creator
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Your imageries were so vivid and evocative. Loved your poem!