by H. Elizabeth   Jan 7, 2015

I lie down on the forest floor
And look up at the trees.
They're so tall that I could climb one and
Catch a cloud.
I let myself become buried under
A blanket of pine needles.
I will wait for the winter so
The snow can fill
My lungs.
Then I'll finally stop breathing.
Only then can I become part of the forest.
I'll be the rustling leaves
I'll be the water in the stream
I'll be the moss covered rocks and
I'll be the flowers that will bloom
In the spring
On the spot where my body was buried
Under the pine needles,
Under the snow.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Words escape me. A very well deserved win. Beautifully written loved it

  • 2 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Read a few of your poems hun. great work!
    Love them all.

    deeplydesturbed xx

  • 3 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judging Comment:

    To breathe in nature such as this piece, it explains in such an elegant and simplistic way, the true bond nature has and can have on a human being.

    I adore the beginning and ending of a soul within nature. It's very graceful and sorrowful at the same time, however it shows the natural cycle of all living things and the evolving of life.

    I adore the format, it displays the message in such a way that the poem flows with a very pretty rhythm.

    Beautiful poem by Hannah Elizabeth this week! Truly breathtaking!

    • 3 years ago

      by H. Elizabeth

      Wow, thank you so much. I am so grateful for your positivity towards my poems!

  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Just read this and another one of your poems - really good writing - some excellent imagery.

  • 3 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I find this poem by Hannah to be filled with the powerful content of depression, and how much it can truly take over your life. The imagery of this woman giving herself back to the earth, and waiting for death to make her part of everything around her, is so raw and touching. It is also very contrasting to feel such sadness, yet show the outcome of death making you a part of everything beautiful. Deep and powerful write.

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