My Feet

Everywhere I look, I seem to see
Nothing more or less than the brightest green
And the path that was laid out just for me
Goes deeper and deeper, into forest and tree
Somedays, I can hardly breathe
For the crowding and the heavy breeze
And the way the branches seem to weave
Yet this I remember – beneath me are my feet

Photo by Chandan Chaurasia on Unsplash

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