Elf Queen Reverie | Early Poems - Poem by Anna Maria
Sweet perfume rises from the earth
as I tread under foot
needles of fragrant pine.
I belong to the woods,
and the woods belong to me.
When each busy day
begins to overwhelm me
with the weight of too much work,
I escape to where trees live,
and it feels like coming home.
I breathe the forest in
to the rejuvenation of my weary soul,
and like a child at play,
I skip and twirl
to the music of sunshine
peering through the branches of trees
dancing in the gentle breeze.
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