In the comfort of the leaves, i sit, things seem to melt away with the passing of days, water,...shimmering light that nurses us back to ourselves, i cannot leave this place, for surely i will loose my will to carry on, surely i will again loose myself in the crowd. no, i cannot leave this place, where the tree trunks act like my seat, as i watch the the miraculous water that carries on without worries, In the comforting leaves, i sit. ~Danni
I really like this poem. It speaks to me of withdrawing in to that private place within, where all the world seems unimportant. It sets a beautiful scene, where I felt warm and safe, not wanting to read another poem today for fear of breaking the spell. Beautiful... Peace, Aidan
One small criticism. Maybe, I would change the first line to In the comfort of leaves, I sit. It seems to read out loud a little easier like this. Peace, Aidan
thanx for the comments! i appreciate any criticism; it only makes a person better at what they love.~Danni
