Home
Walking through the trees
You hear the trees talking to each other
Slow and low is their groaning
To them a conversation could take days
Why rush?
They are not apart of the human race
They like to take their time with things
What's the point?
If you rush and make a mistake, then you'll have to do it over
Exiting the dominion of the trees you enter a open field
This field seeming to be in Heavens favor
The sun, while leaving the forest, greets the field with open arms
You slowly walk through this happy field
You can't help but feel the same way
How could you not?
With the gentle wind playing it's melody
The wild flowers sing their song
Looking around you see a small creek
Gently flowing down to it's destination
It carries it's precious cargo with care
The baby fish swim with the current, glad to have a ride
You think over this area
Protected by the large aged trees
Greeted by the happy flowers and welcoming creek
Yes
You call to your children
Two little fauns come out of the protective foliage
Glad to have a home, they run through the field
While you keep an ever watchfull eye on them
Yes,
You are finally Home
Wrote this for a creative writing class and deicded to post it here. Tell me what you think! Thanks for reading!
