My Dream Forest

                    My  Dream  Forest


I gaze up to the canopy,

Hoping to gaze something stunning,

Something beautiful and fascinating,

I close my eyes and dream.


I dream of the day,

When spring arrives,

When daffodils and tulips,

Arise from the cold winter ground.


I wish for a home free of murder, guns, and poaching,

This cruel land hardens me,

Darkening me from inside out.


I open my eyes once more,

Nothing has changed,

Just the dull, empty sky,

Gunshots sound once more,

A single droplet trickles down my cheek.



                                                        By  Sarah  A