Picking The Forest

A fresh lush forest
That’s where my rest would reside
Hunger, thirst arise

Veins of rushing streams
Channeling my inner wild
Solo ensemble

And after this rest
Its honey glazed warm biscuits
Dancing in my dreams

It was fitting, yes
This prompt inspired poetry
Now I’ll rest soundly


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Places.”

Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?

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Author: Macbofisbil

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