Nostalgia Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

I pine for a trip to a Pine forest
To walk under tall slender trees
Pine cones strewn on the ground
The canopy filtering the Sun
On the soft earth, patches of light

The music of a river flowing by
Pine trees crowding the bank
Flat stones to sit and dream
Enjoy the soft cool breeze
The cottony clouds in the sky

Oh, I had been there before
I long to be there again
To lose myself for an afternoon
Forget where I came from
Forget where I will go