The Forest Poem by Rebecca Navarre

The Forest

Rating: 5.0


In the mornings meadows breeze, as
the forest drops her leaves. And the
sunlight paints, its canvas with such
ease. The heart stirs, and the child
within is set free. To play, to laugh,
to live, to dream. And to just, be.

Sunday, November 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: heart
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 25 April 2025

Great images that bring us to the wonders and beauty of meadows and forests.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 25 April 2025

A beautiful poem that depicts how nature affects our emotions and feelings. ' The heart stirs and the child within is set free'... beautiful line indeed!

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Anjandev Roy 21 August 2024

Fantastic write....... thanks for sharing.....

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