The Forest
The trees swayed in the forceful wind
A sharp noise was heard
The child in the stroller grinned
You could hear the chirping of a bird
The owl hooted
A branch cracked
The tree stumps were rooted
The duck in the lake quacked
A deer froze
And so the story goes
An owl hooted
The other sounds muted
The leaves swirled in the air
Oh no, a bear!
The wind whistled
And eventually fizzled
A branch snaps
A deer perhaps?
Leaves gather
A brisk walk, a man would rather
A bird tweets
That's really neat
A stream is heard licking the rocks
No ticking here, no sound of clocks
The wind whispered.
The scene pictured.
A permanent fixture
Winds and swirling leaves
Occasional visitors
Could they be thieves?
A beaver floats on a river
He's eating something
Dont think its liver
The birds still humming
The leaves brush against each other
The wind whistled
Leaves overlapping which gently smother
A painter onlooking, using a bristle.
The painter captured the forest and all its grandeur
The birds chirping in all its candor
The sun's light streaked through the trees
Shining its glory around the forest and all the way to the seas
Copyright ©
Lynn D. | Year Posted 2020
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