Poetry: "Forests"

Forests

Lauren Clarke, Class of 2023

I can hear a lone bird’s melody through the branches

And the soft rustling of leaves.

My lungs expand and you are here.

You, standing there with arms open

And roots planted so firmly we couldn’t fall.

Your words blanketing over me,

Assuring that I can be heard.

You squeeze my hand tight

And I know that together we can grow to the sky,

We can grow together.