Woods, by Maraam Pasha
I hear the crushing of leaves
beneath my feet,
as I proceed.
I hear the birds twittering
lovely morning songs.
I smell the sweet whiff
of fresh coloured flowers.
I feel the dark, humid mud
that has probably never been touched.
The gentle wind is making its way
through my hair, my skin; my soul.
I feed on this morning breeze.
It somewhat makes me whole.
Sunlight; filtering through thick leaves up above, amuses me.
Butterflies chasing each other,
playing hide and seek.
I’m not sure if they are playing among themselves,
or playing with me.
I touch as many flowers as I can.
Each one of them smiles back to me.
I touch them and tell them that they are lovely.
I want them to know that I cherish their beauty.
I leave my fingerprints in the mud, on the leaves,
On the trunks of the trees.
They will last there till the end of time.
I leave them everywhere for
the mighty wilderness to remember
my love forever.
Oh! I know that sound!
It is of water running through rocks and logs.
I can’t see it. It must be somewhere near.
It might be behind that cliff.
I cannot wait to feel its waves rushing to nowhere.
The sunrays are hinting me
towards my destiny
on this clueless land.
I see a long way ahead of me.
I don’t know where it will take me to
Maybe to a beautiful waterfall; or a deep pit.
I turn around and see my trail.
It feels so beautiful to have stepped upon a land
that no foot has ever felt,
to see the beauty, that no eye has seen,
To be among woods; that exist far away.
I like them because they are not defined by their words.
They remain quiet and calm; in their places, and enchant their appraisers.
Maraam was born in Lahore, Pakistan in 1999 C.E. She is earning her Bachelor’s degree in Accounting & Finance from National University of Pakistan. She has been published in The Ekphrastic Review. Maraam finds literature a way to connect with both herself and others. Her other interests include, photography, painting, music, travelling, baking, sculpting, etc.
8/8/2020 01:47:28 am
8/10/2020 11:31:57 pm
there could not have been a better description of such a beautiful imagination ... <3
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