Poets & Poetry

The woods

I need moments of peace,
A stream flowing of ecstasy,
And some fresh soothing breeze.
I want to feel the wind,
To break off the dry twigs,
And move through long elongated weeds.
I want to smell the wetness of the soil,
And advance through the vivid rigidity of the forest.
I want to feel the stream,
Rushing through the valley
Sensing my anxiety heal.
I want to swing from the branches
Climb up the hill,
And slide through the mushy steep slope.
I want to make it through the lush green woods,
Sensing peace and bliss.