The Secret Forest Poem by Desiderata Grey

The cold winter breeze,
is touching my heart,
the violin plays it´s sad notes,
the snow flakes wander silently.

Down in the forest,
the earthy smell,
a hope for a cozy soul,
it´s a magic spell.

The sky so blue,
full of bright stars,
the moon is hidden tonight,
waiting for the warming light.

I stand watching nature unfold,
secret places I will never know,
feeling each part of my soul,
liberating memories that were put on hold.