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Forest of the forgotten
As I walk I think and sigh
Being here, wondering why
What lesson is there for me?
Is there something beyond what I can see?
Moss and dirt carpeted floor
Trees climb and birds soar
Vines crawl and hang on the trees
The leaves sway and rustle in the breeze
Ferns and bushes crowding the path
Winds whistle and sticks crack
Mustiness burns the nose with each breath
The sweet smell of flowers
Brings heaven to mind
Fresh jungle air cleanses the soul
A bark’s rough surface scrapes the skin
Humid air clings to the leaves
Dirt squeezes through the toes
Covering them as you walk
Thinking of home
Of family, of friends
Holidays and birthdays
Celebrating a day of joy
Only to stop, and see
That they are only memories
Will everyone be ok with me not there?
Will I get back? Or will I be stuck here?
