Where Trees Meet Sky

I want to live on the edge of a wood,

Where trees meet field and skies meet mountain.

On the shores of an unnamed lake,

With water lapping upon smooth stone.

Jutting peaks covered in tall pines,

That release their heady evergreen scent.

I want to live on the edge of the world,

And drink in all from sun up to sun down.

Then as infinity creeps out far above,

I’ll wrap my mortality up in sleepy dreams.

Thinking about what is so far far away,

And smile at this hidden paradise.

I want to live on the edge of a wood,

Where trees meet field and skies meet mountain.

-M.E. InkOwl


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