INTO THE FOREST

 INTO THE FOREST


I will lie down on the forest floor.
I could not ask for anything more.
A soft bed to hold my head.
Flowers to cover me red.

The night turns windy and chilly. 
At least it's not too hilly.
The moon is moving into place.
I'm beginning to fear this place.

Time for me to go home.
No time for me to roam.
I hope to meet only friend, not foe.
Too bad I forgot which way to go.

A SNOW-FILLED FANTASY

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The Path

Follow the path.
To a snow-filled fantasy.
To the family of ducks floating
together in perfect harmony.
To the sun rising for a new day.
To the wispy clouds passing by.
To the chill winds of the morning.
To the soft snow underfoot.
To the magic of snowy mornings.
Breathe in the brisk air and enjoy.