The mossy forest is my home, the earthy smells and the earthy tones
I love the damp, the waterfalls, and the fallen trees where creatures crawl
I ponder matters of life in here
I love this forest so very dear
I trudge on past endless wooded beasts
Smelling their fragrance, in awe of their wreath
I am at home here in my wood
I would always stay here if I could
Poem not based on any particular woodland, I love mossy forests and woodlands, especially if they have some kind of water feature. I suppose this woodland is of imagination, perfect in every way and if I could find such a place, I think I’d very seldom leave it.
