Catherine s forest
With trees, all dressed in white.
With trees hiding under their covering
The vivid souls full bright.
The forest wields its mystique,
Its captivating spirit
That extols all your virtues
Killing the mundane critique.
The forest’s soul is mighty.
I dare depict its guise.
With trepidation, I see
The humanism in its green eyes.
There is a quenchless flame
Indwelling in its roots.
The flame that heats somebody's aim
To bear the future fruits
And lighten up young rapid moods.
28.02.2020
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