An evolution

Being alone in the woods I am calm,
Walking along simply under the hood.
A butterfly resting sweetly in my palm,
Gentle creatures sleeping in the wood.
Climbing up towards a steep inclining hill.
A peaceful breeze floating soft through the May.
Stopping to pause and look at the human mill.
Not only on a bright and gentle day,
Strong wind, thunder, lighting, I brave the storm.
Problems of everyday I run to face,
Bright light, peaceful sun, keeping my smile warm.
Tripping stumbling trying to find my place.
Freedom and peace as I try to fly.
Watching the wood around me start to die.

This is Reilly's third year writing for Spectrum and is an editor. She is a Senior. She loves writing creative pieces for the newspaper. She would love...
Beautiful piece of work. I love how expressive it is.