A picture worth a thousand words

What i see
A gibbon resting on okd cracked wood

What i feel
I fee that the gibbon is having a quiet time alone.

Image from the contest post

Lily The gibbon
She looked through the woods
The winds blowing down dry leaves.
And brushing down her fur
She didn't fight it, she accepted it

There she was, curled up in her
Not because she was hurt
She felt to have a time alone
Afar away from the loud earth.

When sun started to peep
She stood up and keapt
To another branch.

Thanks for reading through