A Mini Forest

This is a short poem that laments the erosion of forests. I wrote it while doing a short course in poetry, and what inspired me was the view of the back garden where I currently live.

A cluster of trees reaching high

On stems and branches, squirrels run along

Under a canopy of grey cloudy sky

Pigeons cooing, robins tweeting a song

Flower pots and vases in a row

Grasses and vines on the ground

The ground slopes down low

Across the wooden fence

Commuter traffic roars, thunders on

Across the wooden fence

All serenity is far away and gone

 

Author's Note

Any suggestions on whether this poem should be expanded?