One

I walk through the dense of the woodland,

Sit beneath the sycamore tree.

I feel it breathe, as it inhales 

every part of me and holds me dearly. 

There's something about the laziness 

Of this afternoon, it lets me sit and 

Dream about the possibility of you.

The sun breaks through the leaves

I hear the rustles of the world beyond 

I feel whispers of the quiet world 

Which carries on, hoping not to be found

I feel the damp on my face. 

The rain ushers me to leave, 

My dreaming for the day is done 

But no doubt i'll return 

To dwell on everything that can be. 

Reviews

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It's like you paint a welcoming afternoon, a journey into a day in the poets life and the source of her inspiration. Everything seems to inspire you, the world is your canvass and you paint words that could describe how beautiful the world is. Sometimes I feel like i'm visually impaired to the small things, the beautiful things.. that seem so often to pass me by, I wish I could read about these things through your writing daily. Could I ask why you titled this as "One?"

[CosminDZS]

Ah, the silence of the woods, to sit under the shade of a tree. How tranquil, a break from the casual.

[Gaelan_Hamilton]

Really sweet poem, full of emotion and vivid description that really helps the reader get a sense of what you felt in the woods.

There were a few minor grammar errors - you missed out the e in breathe and used quite instead of quiet but other than that good job friend :)

[Sarah Coll]

Ah I am careless!
I'll get them fixed, thank you love :)

[Gaelan_Hamilton]

No problemo! Really good job though otherwise :)