The Wild Poem by Charlie Youdonneedtaknow

The Wild



The wind brushes through the trees above.
The birds chirp their pure soft song.
My thoughts sail the lake as a dove,
the day is quiet and pleasantly long.

The sun is warm and the breeze feels cool.
My hands smell of earth and soot and wood,
to leave this place I was a fool.
Heres to the worlds last good.

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