Gothic Poetry

Warm sun shining

Up against my skin 

Green grass billowing

Lazily in the wind

Tall trees growing

Up towards the sky

My mind wandering

To days from past gone by

Birds chirping cheerily

As the river ripples by

Here my being may relax

My thoughts can be set free

Becoming one with the elements

One with the trees

I close my eyes and listen

With nature surrounding me

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-Tanya Petkau