The eternal forest

• Darryl Viljoen, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2006

The green floor glistens,
soft and cool,
rising and falling,
gently sweeping.

A sweet breeze blows,
clean and refreshing,
Purifying the body,
cleansing the soul.

A still world,
the wind blows,
nothing moves,
light unchanging.

The woods roar
silence echos
through an empty world
devoid of time