Forest's Song
The trees danced back and forth in the wind
As the bushes rustled along to the move
The grass whistled, feeling brand new
Creating the forest's own special tune
With the leaves turning to the shades of fall
The trees slowed their dance
The bushes, in turn, slowed their rustle too
The grass continued to whistle, having too much fun
Nothing can stop the leaves from falling
The trees know they are only stalling
The bushes too see the delay
The grass just wants to continue to play
Standing bare, the trees dared not to move
The bushes stopped rustling, feeling alone
The grass continued to whistle, not wanting to stop
Yet, no one could hear it under a white blanket
The stark white snow silenced the forest's song
No dancing, or rustling, or whistling can be heard
But don't you fret or worry
They'll come back in the spring with their special song.
When they come back they will be louder than ever
A bond between them that no one can sever
A melody that we will forever remember
And a spring night that will last until December
October 5, 2011
Edited: October 9, 2011
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