Forest Life
I don't remember falling,
I must have done some how.
I don't remember being buried,
I must have been, because now,
I'm struggling to fight my way,
Back into the light of day.
I cannot see but I feel the warm,
The damp earth still clings to me,
I feel this is something that has to be.
Here in this place I know I am safe,
Surrounded by those greater than me.
I am one among many while I grow,
I fell from a tree for nature to sow.
In years to come you may fail to see,
Me hiding there in the forestry.
A mighty Oak will be my destiny,
For I dear reader am a sapling tree.
© Dave Timperley 19/10/2019
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2019
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