Reviving in the Greeny Wild

I love to get lost in serenity befriending tall shady trees,

running with my feet, bare,

caressed by the wooly woods

and adorning my hair with wild blooms

to find out my hidden me

who love to be lost in touched

The untamed creepers that reach the tree tops,

the hollows of trunk that home the butterflies,

and the densed bushes that shelter the wild,

all echo into my ears to ponder on the mighty creator of them and mine

The toughest part of reaching this beauty

in the frigid weather,

is musing me to outlook

my life's ups and downs,

instilling my purpose anew

I love to get lost

over and over

in the woods and greens,

for my industrious life of materials

veils my soul and my innate essence

Hafsa Writes