Green Hill Poem by Linda Mary Rachel Haungs

I would imagine fantasy life in the forest would cool the mind
calm it from the worlds ills...
the petals raining down covering natures floor..I'd raise my head up and
feel the coolness as it drenches my tears...
When on the bridge I happen to notice a yearling standing
still I begin to wish I could run with it freely.
Standing alone I Find it can not happen..as I keep me eyes looking
toward the sky I feel alone and begin to weep...