Straight unyielding lines
Angles of every degree
Black, white and shades of gray
Is the picture I see
They march before me
Bleak looks on every face
Scared I’ll become one
I must escape this place
I walk the concrete path
To the edge of its cold grasp
Into the warmth of the trees
I think I’m there at last
Walking through the forest
Enjoying the peacefulness
I close my eyes to breathe
Basking in the stillness
The babbling of a brook
Seeps into my mind
With one thought, I search
For this treasure I must find
Breaking thru the trees
Standing very still
Gasping at the beauty
This can not be real
A spectrum of color
Shades I’ve never seen
Sprinkled through out
This sea of open green
Mountains in the background
Shrouded in a cloudy mist
Embracing the serenity
I never knew this could exist.
Surely God’s masterpiece
Untouched by man
I hope to return to this place
If I truly can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem