By Sharon Lawson Sharon Unfiltered

She walks barefoot
Through a dewy mossy carpet
Her wavy hair glistening
Floaty dress torn on branches
Legs scratched by begging brambles
As they reached out “please stay!”
A smile adorns her face
Soft hands ignoring the dirt
Soiling from keen exploration
Of carefree keen adventures
Green eyes like emeralds
So spiritually aware
Conveyors of hope and love
She glances upwards
Sunshine kissing her freckles
Here she feels at one and free
Purposefully lost
In the wild and pathless forest
Their song starting to make some sense, only if you’re listening
© Copyright: Sharon Lawson™
