A Second Home

March 18, 2010
By Maria Pagano BRONZE, Lakeland, Florida
Maria Pagano BRONZE, Lakeland, Florida
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As you allow me into your home,
You embrace me with twig like arms.
A feel at peace knowing I’m not alone,
‘Cause I see bugs following me in swarms.

As I look up, trees invade my vision;
They block out noise and light, much like walls.
But the trees have to make big decisions,
Deciding to let anything in at all.

This wondrous place in which I drift
Takes away all my fears.
It gives my soul a much needed lift,
And dries all my tears.

The author's comments:
I was walking through the woods, and it just came to me.

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