Senses Poem
In the forest
I see…..
Skyscraper high figures looking down on me.
With green bushy clothes.
In the forest I see them peering down on me.
In the forest.
I feel….
Their rough and coarse skin.
Their blood of tree sap.
In the forest.
I hear...
The wind blowing the tall figures around.
The wind blowing the tall figures around.
Their coarse skin cracking.
In the forest.
I smell fresh pine
Straight out of the Earth.
In the forest.
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