A walk in the forest.............

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A walk in the forest.............

As I walk in the forest, 
Leaves fall passed my face. 
The trees looking down, 
And the winds cool embrace. 

As I walk in the forest, 
And the suns rays I see. 
Looking down through the branches, 
As the leaves rain on me. 

As I walk in the forest, 
And I hear each new sound. 
Birds in the tree-tops, 
Bugs on the ground. 

As I breath in the forest, 
With its fresh golden air. 
No pollution around me, 
No hurt like out there. 

As I walk in the forest, 
Like so many before. 
A new life develops, 
As each seed hits the floor. 

Now I'm leaving the forest, 
And the scent of decay. 
But that life will continue, 
Now and each breaking day.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.