Children of the Forest

one tear is not enough to express how life is tough I have gone with the flow but am sad taking the blow. Lying on pine cones I will fall sleep Desperate and tired, thus I weep No one to share my book of fears If only I had someone’s pair of ears. Falling leaves are leaving me in doubt that I will find joy in my solemn route nature has seasons ,all comes to an end life has given me time which I cannot suspend. I am the mother of nature’s children who roam to seek shelter and food and find a home, I am not Mother Nature for she has her claim Being guardian of the forest I bear no shame. At their side thru the nights of drizzling rain I foster care to the young so they shall gain Learning to survive in this populated environment the little ones will never see what is called retirement. no day at the beach or walk in the park they must settle down before it gets dark life for them seems simple but it’s not realized without nurturance they become demoralized I ask of you to help support and give so my children will have more time to live Someday I will die and be covered by those falling leaves please spare the young from harm’s way and predacious thieves.