Forests of freedom

The forests of dreams sparkle green
the furious flashes of summer storms
dash trees with drops of liquid so serene

Lay upon these woods the well wishes of warm weather
of flowers and nectar
the birds, the bees, nature in the finest of vectors

Sleep inside the empty fields calling your name
soft whispers for visitors
the grassland filled with the fleeing souls of the city’s prisoners

The freedom of the forest knows little of captivity
the wisdom of the woods
captures the endless strokes of blissful infinity

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