Escape

Renee Brown
Where animals run wild and bare

Through the bitter moonlight tare.

Trees whispers at midnight dimming lair.

Moon shadows are so live and near.

The sounds that fill the forest,

is the growth and famish of the midnight harvest.

The whistling of the cool night air.

Makes a few cool tears

Wind dances free and naked.

Knowing God the one who make it.

This beautiful display of escape,Cannot be captured on tape.

Published by Renee Brown

I am married with 5 kids, love to write. I have been writing since I was 14 years old. I have even published my own poetry book called Mind of A Woman, the link for it is down below. I also writh for the exa...  View profile

When I wrote this I was relaxed and thinking about escape.

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