Friday, January 27, 2012

"Forest Halls" A Poem

The trees of the forest conceal great halls
Their trunks and branches form the walls

Leafy limbs reach over head
Lush green moss makes the bed

Delightful dances here commence
The dancers are creatures no one can place in a fence

The air, perfumed by petals so sweet
Intensifies with the mid day heat

As tempting as this place might be
My destination is calling me

And as I trek away from here
I promise to return some other year

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