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Nature Poem by Chris Bunton I miss the forest.The deep silence,Hiding sounds in wait.The watching of life. Breath being heldBy the souls that dwell thereThe trees speakingIn that sweet vibration The squirrel can’t sit stillToo many chores to do.Here, there, and everywhereHe goes to do his thing. The wind spirit flowsUsing leaves to sing.Her instrumentContinue reading “I Miss The Forest”