I always ponder what lies behind those thick trees

Those tall, dark and green shrubs and that kind of breeze

Emitting a sense of eeriness

Yet there’s always that pang of betrayal, loneliness

That whatever lies behind those thick shrubs would knew

That behind does haunting atmosphere no one could brew

Something in the dark kept on telling me

That there’s more than the haunting and eerie atmosphere a forest could be

A sense of protection and sanctuary no one could ponder

A place that could be no other

And that’s my little forest above other.


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