I want to get lost in your forest,
Climb your tree trunks,
Crawl on your branches,
Swing from your vines.
Wander under your canopy for days.
Weeks.
Months.
Eternities.
Not minding from which direction I came,
Or which path to take,
For as long as I am encompassed in your thick flora and lush gardens,
I know I am exactly where I need to be.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
I want to get lost in your forest,
Climb your tree trunks,
Crawl on your branches,
Swing from your vines.
Wander under your canopy for days.
Weeks.
Months.
Eternities.
Not minding from which direction I came,
Or which path to take,
For as long as I am encompassed in your thick flora and lush gardens,
I know I am exactly where I need to be.
