Melody of the Forest

I walk with her to the dream kingdom
hand in hand, so soft.
We meander past the honey makers,
safe from their tiny swords.
Yellow stars full of savory seeds,
flowering tall in the afternoon sun,
cast shadows on our heads.
They long to have a voice here.
The forest rises taller still,
high branches swaying in the breeze.
We are transported in streams of glee,
our gales of laughter
feeding the melody of the forest.

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She Writes Chaos

Polyamorous girl, homeschool mom, poetry writer. Here are my thoughts, judge them as you will.