The Sea and the Forest

Late summer it was

In throes of an August swelter

Sunbeam and dirty sweat formed prickles

Upon her neck

Then she tied her hair back

She’d look this way forever more

Off for the first time to view the sea

Grown from the same soil, you and I

Yet I could not know

That roots were not for you

She was ready to fly free

But I remain with the forest

The sea is not my home

For fish to swim in oceans

And for birds to soar the air

Without fins, without wings

This is where I’ll stay

Seas will die or flood the earth

For us to meet again

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