The leaves crumpled under her feet as she stepped on the ground
She had hoped that she would never be found.
The crisp breeze swept across her skin
Brushing against her hairs, paper thin.
The dirt, the bark, the flowers, the trees
She had felt every bone in her body become appeased.
They sang, heavenly melodies.
Mocking, Humming and Swift.
Her ears and mind sent adrift.
Indeed a trio that would be missed.
The touch of Heliconia's claw
As sharp as glass on a floor
The Blue Morpho flutter
As smooth and soft as butter.
She had left pain
Only to join the rain
Home wasn't home, she had to be honest
Her soul belonged to the forest.
By,
Victoria Rose Damos
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