Poem 1
She walked into the woods. The leaves and sticks crunched beneath her black high-tops. She felt a sort of nostalgia while walking through the trails that she did before she moved on. The dark clouds that were there before have subsided into light sun rays of hope.
“Tree, I am ready to see you once again. To see your rotten bark slowly fall to the ground and to see the woodpeckers ruin you.” She said. There still had been trash from the last time she was here; where she poured her heart out beneath the heavy rain and the thunder, but she had no time to get upset with it. She picked up the trash, put it in her pocket, and moved on. Just like she had been told to do, over and over again.
“Sky, please forgive me for the pain that I caused this used-to-be-peaceful forest.” She knew that the sky never listened to her and that the sky would still pour with sadness and rage and happiness no matter what she asked for because that is just how it is. Because that is just how life is.
