by Brianna G. Harte
A walk into the forest
With the rustle of the leaves
Brings one into a new mindset
One created by tranquility.
For the world is at a balance
And the animals they share
A community born of survival instinct
Not monetary affairs.
So they focus on their families,
A brood to someday leave their side
Making the strong stronger
And train them all with pride.
Some men walking in the cities,
Simply speaking through a phone,
Seem to miss what truly matters
Thinking only of what they own.
Although they may call ‘savage’
Those who reside in the woods,
Perhaps they could learn from them
More than they think they could.
A life thinking of a paycheck
And not of those that grow
Can cause one to forget what’s important,
Those that they truly know.
Copyright © 2016 Brianna G Harte. All rights reserved.