Forest Floor

Breathe into the peace
In the midst of a quiet forest
Where the deep woodland floor
Is filled with bluebells sweet

Their gentle aroma wafts
Upward into hazy beams of light,
Filtered by the mist
Rising through slender trunks

Tender shoots of green
Sprout forth and reach for sun
A majestic canopy protects
The rich carpet

Drink the feeling in
For this comes at a price
When we forget
To stop and really look.

Kira Braun