ok i didnt write this poem but it's 1 that I like and that inspires me and gives me something 2 really think about and I hope u take the time to try and figure out wat he is saying in your point of view. ^-^
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
so old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
were not as twere, the merest mask of gloom,
but stretched to the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
