FOREST
When sorrows break me
I go to the forest.
I breathe easier there
so I write songs too.
There is nature in the forest
greenery color,
so I run into the woods when I’m not all my own.
I listen to the chirping of birds
and I smell flowers,
the forest is the source
and health and happiness.
In the distance a stream
mountain źubori,
Life is one
as if to speak.
Vildana Stanisic
Bosnia and Herzegovina
17/10/2021.