The Forest
Sun crisp, lifeless leaves lay a strewn
Under which, pure saplings rise
Into the forest, abruptly defiled,
Choked carefully by Mother’s vines.
Intercepted, sunbeams strike
Driving young trees toward the Plight
Eternally pursued by the American Forest.
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Please give me constructive feedback. This poem is acrostic. This poem is acrostic.
Sun crisp, lifeless leaves lay a strewn
Under which, pure saplings rise
Into the forest, abruptly defiled,
Choked carefully by Mother’s vines.
Intercepted, sunbeams strike
Driving young trees toward the Plight
Eternally pursued by the American Forest.
.
Please give me constructive feedback. This poem is acrostic. This poem is acrostic.