The Forest I Go

I always imagined it as a beautiful forest. Enormous pines surrounding a greenfield where a tiny cabin sits in the middle. It is the classic cabin: painted in red (although I don’t even like red), with square shaped windows and a chimney. There is a little path made out of rocks that leads to a very shallow crystal clear river.

I run around the field, and when I stop, I contemplate the majesty of the trees. The deepness embraces my thoughts.

A profound forest which outpours love with every moving leave;

a grassy field perfectly trimmed, the welcoming perfection of nature;

a clear noise…running water that washes away everything that is not beauty.


That’s the place I imagine,

the place I’ve walked down so many times to empty my mind, to smile.

It’s a place that I’ve visited since I was a kid,

a timeless space that has seen no change.


It comforts me,

it brings me a sense of peace.

And it’s always there, ready for me.




About silviaeningles

I’m Silvia and these are some interesting things about me: I was born in Puebla, a beautiful city in central Mexico. It is an old city, founded in 1531 I live in Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada I have a blog in Spanish that you’re welcome to read ( I love hummingbirds, tea and Mexican candy I really enjoy when readers write and comment on my posts I love writing, and I really enjoy poetry (reading aloud my favourite poems always makes me happy)
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