Writing Prompt

Speckled fawn, warmth from mother

She crouches low, evading _the other _

Cotton tails, hopping along

She stills her breath, oh _so long_

__

Feathered and free, soaring afar

She releases a scream, refuge _is far_

Furry friends pause, unnatural amiss

She exhales a shudder, peril to be _a Miss_...

You woke up in the morning and found yourself surrounded by trees. How did this happen? You may ask. That’s a story for another time....

Изгибы ветвей ивы -

В твоих руках.

Влажного мха зелень -

В счастливых глазах.

Ветра свободный свист -

В скорости твоих ног.

Шелест осенней листвы -

Если один продрог.

Звонкий лесной ручей -

Легкая речь твоя.

А заблудившийся путник -

Это, по счастью, я....

The air was fresh again,

Not like the one around the Big Ben.

Birds were chirping in the trees,

They didn’t stop during a cold breeze.

Everything is so green,

It all makes me feel like fourteen.

The city was too loud,

Now the trees are the only crowd.

The cure I now understand,

the cure I know is the woodland!...

Shadows played across

Dozing ferns and scattered

Rocks in the evening sun.

The stream flowing

Under a log chuckled

As it passed me,

Head hung low,

Thoroughly dripping

In wounded pride.

Singular drops trickled

From my cheeks,

Feeding the stream

With sprinkles of

Precious salt water.

Rubbing damp eyelids,

I patch over raw sentiments,

Hiding my shame glowing

In golden rays before

It was seen.

Had I...

If my tears were trees

The rings inside the trunks

Would stretch to the sea

And up to the stars

For I have been crying

The same tears

For so long...

In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,

whispers of leaves in the wild, mystic trance.

Tree’s soaring high, their branches and entwined,

a symphony of nature, a treasure to find.

Sunlight filters throughout the emerald canopy,

Creating patters on the forest floor, so fancy

Moss-covered rocks and babbling, brooks,

natures artwork and hidden nooks.

The gentle rustle of critters unseen,

...

**_In the heart of the forest, whispers of ancient trees weave tales old and wise,

Where sunlight dances through emerald leaves, painting shadows in secrets' guise.

Moss-coated stones hum with the rhythm of nature's song,

While ferns unfurl their emerald fronds, in harmony they belong.

Birds of a rainbow feather, their melodies fill the air,

A symphony of woodland whispers, a dance without a c...

Growing up,

I learned trees fight for the sunlight

Wanting more and more to be the tallest

Viewing each others as parasites and pests.

Recently I figured the truth was washed up

Stripped from its meaning by our need to fight.

Projecting our flaws onto a tree.

Us humans could learn from the forest

A society living in harmony

Taking turns making their growth spree.

It’s the law of nature

For ul...

Creatures beneath and those above, seeking refuge from the creatures they fear the most. The ones who take over and build infrastructures all in the name of civilization without the care of the home they invade. They wound and inflict pain with every trim and every cut, yet they stand and preach “save our environment”, the hypocrisy is rather baffling. One ought to remember that in the deep of the...