The Woods
The woods,
The untouched, cold woods
You step on a twig
snap!
When it's windy,
the leaves on trees rustle
You taste the wood scent
When you take the first step,
Look so pleasant on the outside
But so dark and mean on the inside
The shiver of fear
When walked in,
Was like a rattlesnake on your back
The fear was huge
But the luck was not
Once you keep walking……..
You disliked it so very much,
Cry and scream and pout
But it ended with a scary shout!
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