Strolling through the forest all alone
Gazing at natures wonders
Churning notions in her mind so strong
Out of her hipster pocket
She pulls a tattered book of poetry
Splitting it open
Folds out a comforting
Magical velveteen love seat
There she plops to imagine
Her next line of
Master poetry
While birds flutter
Round above to see
The awe of her beauty  
Words spring into the air when
Contemplation is complete
She folds up her
Velveteen love seat
Right back in it's home
In the land of
Poetic fantasy
Where it belongs