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Misty Forest

as I walk between the trees

I can hear the bees

far away at their honey nests

I think I should rest

as I walk on the path

I see monkeys in the trees

they jump and cackle and

nurse their young, as they know best

as I walk along the path

suddenly the mist came rolling in

it is so beautiful and eerie

here I would love to stay

if I could, put up a cabin

in the Misty Forest

near the lake

where Pine trees met.

I would dream and write

on my wooden desk

where I could look through

my window at the Misty Forest

by the Lake.

©Eliztha Jacobs Р4 March 2018