Under a scarlet umbrella,
On the muddy trail,
Through the misty forest.
The thick clouds blocked her view of the surrounding glacial mountain peaks,
But she could still see the lush green leaves,
The blooming wildflowers,
The cheerful wild berries,
And colorful mushrooms only found in fairy land.
Along the way,
She picked the juicy Raspberries,
And the sour Blue Berries.
The forest was so quiet:
She could only here the sound of rain drops on her umbrella.
But from time to time,
A bird chirped,
And a squirrel squeaked.
Then she heard the sound of running water,
Starting like a soft trickle,
Then becoming a loud howl.
The light green water from the glacier streamed through the dense woods,
Forming the rushing creek,
At one place,
The clear water jumped over the black rocks in the middle of the gorge,
And then dropped down to form the thundering waterfall.
In this raining and foggy forest,
She found magic,
And a sweet smile,
Formed under the bright red umbrella.
Note: I have never written a poem before and don’t even know this is qualified as a poem. It just came to me while I hiked in the rainy forest.
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