The Forest At The End…

The Forest at the End of the World

The forest at the end of the world

In the forest at the end of the world, the sky meets the trees.

Birds are nesting way up high, bees are flying free.

A waterfall flows gently down from hills of evergreen.

The smell of flowers and sycamore trees fills the evening breeze

Fruits are growing from branches of green, red and so sweet to the taste.

Like the forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden, I reach for the ripest seed.

My hunger is stilled and my mind is at ease in the shadow where I rest.

But my safe haven was not to be, for it was just a dream.

I open my eyes to the traffic outside, gone is the gentle ground.

Of my paradise lost, there is nothing to spare, just the street's hallow sound.

I wish that I could go back to this precious spot of mine.

Can I return once more, or is my fate like Eve's, banished for all of time?

By Jonna Kihlman

From Sweden

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