Mystery in the Woodland

There was a huge tree; centered in thick woodland growth,

Standing tall and free, appeared like the king of the grove,

Thick and twiggy arms, spread-out wide providing shade,

Safe from harms way, his countless followers never strayed.

On a wooden bench, by this very large tree, she sat alone;

Hiding in a trench, I peeped from afar, quiet and still like a stone;

Made my gut wrench, as the wind brought to me that cologne,

With her signature scent; to the smell of it, roses started to bloom.

Birds flew around singing, as branches of the tree leisurely swayed;

And she kept grinning, as if she can see, but well hidden i stayed;

Her curvy figure swinging, she started walking across the glade;

My cheeks twitching, I smiled as she approached calling my name.

With a pleased tone, she asks “why are you inside there, why hide”?

The truth I told, and the rest of the story, we agreed to seal tight.

A story untold, what happened lived in the woods whom we did confide;

Their king hold, his countless followers to their words, far and wide.

Cheers!

Hammett

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