C- Forest Poem one

Air

“Drop your mind,”

says the wind

let it whisper,

let it in

never changing

never there

in your hand

but the air

is everywhere

where you stand

40,000 pounds of voices pushing down on your shoulders

invisible voices

speaking solemnly

in whispers of the past

voices leading to a path

in the darkness–

don’t be scared

there is no true pollution

in the air.

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