Open Forest

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Her name tells how it was with her
She is the light sprinkled on the
forest ground
Her mind is as open as a lake
accepting new water from the sky
As open as a forest ground
in fall,
waiting for leaves,
different colors,
different ideas
She searches for risks, experiences,
and opportunities
When she finds them she grabs them
and makes them real
Never close minded,
Always thinking,
Reaching out
farther and farther like
a tree growing towards the sun
So, they call her open forest
Like the trees in the wind,
she bends and sways to catch
what she can
before all is still





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