I fly through the trees,
looking down at the beautiful lake,
snow should be falling this week,
soon others will no longer wake.
It's amazing, this forest,
the way the light shimmers
off everything it touches,
and the way the lake trembles.
It's beautiful, this forest,
and I never want to leave,
but I must soon head south,
to my new home and grieve.
Author notes
yeah, okay, i don't really like this piece, if you have any ideas on how to make it better, please tell me.
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dont change a thing! this is really pretty, i can see the forest in my mind. if i were you, i wudnt change a single word. great poems, Bri!

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Thank you so much for entering this contest, however due to lack of entries I will be closing this contest.. I shall use the points to start another contest.. Sorry and thanx so much for efforts..
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This piece is not bad, but you could change it maybe and re-enter..


