poem

My future creatures...

Pounding away the trail
of fall leaves.
Rustling through the dull
misty forest.
Out of the forest with relief.
Coming down the rolling greens
with confidence and daily habit.
Set on the even ground, she takes
a breath and set her eyes on
the beauty of her creatures.
There she see afar are her
heirs awaiting of her warm
arrival.

(May 1996-age:18)