Flat ground.
Perfect rows of trees.
Evergreens.
As far as the eye can see.
A deer flits between trunks.
It walks slowly.
Brown fur white tail.
Dark brown eyes.
It observes the observer.
Then disappears.
A squirrel climbs a tree.
It is heavily shaded.
It leaps to a higher branch,
where it chatters on.
Birds sing.
Occasionally one takes flight.
The temperature is cozy.
Walking forward.
Seven steps from tree to tree.
The sound of footsteps.
Soft ones.
The march is peaceful.
Uneventful.
Perfect.
The ground slopes down.
The sound of water.
Further walking.
A small stream.
Meandering.
Cool water.
A place to sit.
Tiny fish. Crawdads.
After a while,
moving onward again.
Light in the distance.
The end of the forest?
Or just a clearing?
A small meadow.
Flowers.
Pink, and red.
Yellow and blue.
Butterflies and bumblebees.
Another rest.
In the warm sunlight.
The day will end soon.
Time to make a small camp,
and sit by the fire.
The orange glow.
Heat coming off of it,
as the night cools,
and stars populate the sky.
Too many to count.
Beginning to doze,
and soon,
fast asleep.
Poetry
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Your intentional observation of your surroundings is clear in your piece. I like how you set the poem up, so it’s like a show. Reminds me a little of how Eden is described in Milton’s Paradise Lost.