Where I BelongA Poem by Esther LynnI am as strong as an oak tree, towering as high as a sycamore. My heart grows wildflowers, and my soul is bursting full of rays of sunshine. The wind curls my hair and the earth softens my hands. Rushing waterfalls flow past my lips, While quiet rivers stream down my spine. I sing the serene song of the birds, Yet I am as wild as the wolves. My barefeet dance amongst the weeds and leaves. The mountains teach me. The valleys look after me. The forest calls me one of its own. I am a child of the wilderness. I am one with nature. © 2013 Esther LynnReviews
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StatsAuthorEsther LynnAboutJust a curious soul with a heart for writing and adventure. Heavily inspired by the Beat Generation. I aspire to be a modern day, female version of Sal Paradise. more..Writing
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