Archive ⋙ Poetry
tell me, forest girl, how does it feel to leave your home?
saying goodbye forever to the trees and flowers
you swore you'd never cease to roam?
open rolling hills fail to console
do you feel like you're going to collapse
under this foreign sky, weight too much to hold?
forest boy, you look so pale
barely surviving thunderstorm's hail
"the tree cover is too much for me;
I think I'll move to the city"
and now I'm floating disconnected from time
remnant of a land that no longer exists
specimen of the once sublime