forests green embrace my mind
the harsh branches look soft from the meadows behind
in fleeting moments birds shadows pass
and the trees move,
a hypnotizing dance
a melody’s whispering from afar
“the deeper the trees go the deeper they are”
i’ll try and listen to the songbirds warn
not to get lost in your hazel charms

Her lips are like
wet orchids, dressed in
the spring rain,
waiting to be
kissed and
caressed.

The ground is my home
I am nothing but the dirt
Underneath your feet