Page 7 - Winter Poetry 2018
P. 7
Nature’s Rest
By Nolan A.
The sky shines red
As if struck by a match
And the night rises
The sun lies down and rests
Attracted to the scent of pine Sleeping softly
In a bed of trees
The wide forest makes sounds of sleep In the quiet of the night
The silence consumes the forest.
And everything stops.
