Feet of the Forest

Feet are for foresters who feel open fields,
Their walk comes along with their crawling;
The trunks of the trees may be shields
Like the weapons and axes dwindling.

My feet are of the forest, the forest and plains,
To see a weather of the poor,
The weather shall rise with the sun and brains,
The look of the snow is to adore.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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