Sylvan paradise
I carried a heart ,at small criticism singed and burnt,
Filled with burning discontent at real and imagined hurt,
Under the cool , gray skies to the trail today,
To let the full river wash it away,
And as I stepped onto this spring wonderland , wooded way,
Hue upon hue of green soothed my eyes,
And my disquiet left without any lingering goodbyes,
I returned home rejuvenated , full of hope, free of lies,
Much like the green sylvan paradise.
--shubha
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