Forest Empathy

She is burying down her feet,
As the wind picks up mortified leaves from the ground.
After she whispered her sorrows in complete silence,
The tress voluntarily begin to scream their names and their pains.
While her eyes are immersing with deep green of the moss,
The chirping birds hide in the wood and fall into rest.
Torrid empathy is being shared with commitment
And subtly awaking the ancient fragrant of the forest.
Her mind is renewing its pattern
And her heart wishes for burial of humanity's rigor.

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[Kim S.]

Torrid empathy is being shared with commitment
And subtly awaking the ancient fragrant of the forest.
Her mind is renewing its pattern
And her heart wishes for burial of humanity's rigor.

So very nicely written, love the imagery in this write.
Enjoyed this

[SkinlessFrank]

yes, the forest is the better place to be....immersed in it so....as you writing forces us to be