Green, the hue associated with peace,
Enticed by the trees surrounding my being,
The breath of nature surrounding my being,
Bringing calmness and light into my corrupt dark soul,
Quiet whispers of the wind and the sound of rustling leaves.
Its gentle warmth into my heart, the chirp of birds like a lovesong to my ears,
The Forrest is my home,
Nature is where my soul rests,
Where inner voices go silent,
Like the morning sun, brightening up the world,
My spirit awakens amongst the trees and across the oceans,
An escape from harsh brutal realities,
Where I can go wild, nothing to hold me back
My safe space,
Treating all the darkness and demons within me,
Nature, the forest, sitting on a tree branch, notebook in my hand spilling words onto paper,
Clearing my head of disease,
It is my happy, and safe place,
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