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The Forest and Freedom
By Stellar84

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This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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     My eyes scan the air
     Through the treetops
     Clouds soar above
     It is the forest

     The forest is a nice place
     Birds chirping
     The sun is warm
     The trail welcoming

     My feet fall softly
     No sound issuing
     Just the sound of gravel
     And the running river

     The sound of nature
     It�s so calming 
     To be with nature
     To be myself

     I�m alone here
     Upon this path
     And behind me is society
     Behind me are the cities

     Behind me is the smog
     And too many rules
     Too many demands
     It�s what I want to leave behind

     Would I rather he here 
     In the forest; so calm
     Or in the cities
     With technology; with pollution

     It�s so hard to say
     To be close to nature
     Or to be civilized
     Freedom, or to be jailed