Green

Green

A Poem by Natasha Montgomery

The woods always hold secrets.
The leaves whisper them,
and the wind carries them away.

The woods always have darkness.
The sun illuminates them,
and the shadows deepen.

The woods always hold mystery.
They call to wanderers,
getting found as they're lost. 

© 2017 Natasha Montgomery


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Added on September 30, 2017
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