It was her special place, this forest, an epitome of nature’s bliss
Whenever she had a rough day, she gained comfort in its peace.
The breeze, the squirrels and the stream
the birds, the trees and the sun’s beam
all blended in beautiful green harmony
but the embers of a cigarette rendered it a cacophony
flames grew engulfing beauty and leaving ashes
She watched the ghastly inferno, the crackling sounded like sword slashes
cutting down and breaking apart
this place so dear to her heart
Two years, three years, four years, five
Brown still stood in place of green, the land barely alive
She longed for the only place she could scream out her lungs
She missed the green hugs and the warm kiss of the sun
She did her research, got help and cultivated the land
Everyday she returned home with very dirty hands.
The first tree she planted, she separated from the rest
One year, two years..six and her special place was back at its best
Here she found her passion, here she found content
So she became an ecologist,one with noble intents
One day while enjoying nature her son’s curiosity was piqued
” What’s so special about this tree, why is it so unique?”
“Why do you think this place came to be?” She asked him
” Your passion,your hard work your determination and grit”
” That’s all true but it all started from wanting it
So I call the first tree Desire – the mother of my special place.”
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