The Woods – Hour Two

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But how many secrets can they keep? 

 

They are filled to the brim with a

Dark magic, ethereal beauty mixed

With fear of the unknown.

 

I walk the path between giants,

Escaping to this other world,

A world away from all the 

Pressure.

 

Find a meadow surrounded by friends

And lay staring to the sky,

Clouds slipping by into this 

Framed wooded window.

 

Breathe.

 

Still.

 

Quiet. 

 

Peace.

 

First line inspired by Robert Frost’s Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

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