The darkness blocks out all but the stars
The animals are heard in the distance below
The cold air blows over my skin
The taste of calm to begin
The pine trees with their majestic scent
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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i love this poem
Sensational nature poem!!!❤️❤️💕
This felt so blissfull! Such a wonderful poem!