Forest
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When one walks into the forest
It doesn't matter, from the rich to the poorest
Nature does not have not a single care
So go ahead and do away with all of your despair
For being out there is actually living
Surrounded by life and everything of meaning
Cracks of trees, rush of water
Nothing can be ever more fonder
Evrything calm and at peace
One can only wonder what could happen to such a place when we cease
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thisispoetryproject
This is fresh! It reminds me of Thoreau's Waldon Pond. I like that you have a continuous rhythm throughout the poem, but believe that you can (and should!) add descriptive words! Tell us why the trees are cracking and how many inches their sap has crawled towards freedom with each crack. Explain the river's scent and how soothing the its rush is!
You have the potential (and skill) to transform this poem from good to masterpiece!