Woodland

In the forest where the sun beats upon trees that have stood over time Battered for years withstanding the elements each season bringing a new look to the ever changing landscape Becoming home to millions of birds and insects that thrive within The ripening fruits of spring bring in nature's bounty A feasting time, red clusters of ripe berries growing in the underbrush As the mist rises , the sun breaks through branches in yellow lemon shades The multitude of leaves become a natural camouflage for insects to survive Eroded landscape, a reminder of eons that have passed Dead limbs tell of a tortuous past , it's failure to thrive, A place where man's footsteps once passed, stepped on, survived Shaded areas, where moisture gathers, scrub and grasses overgrow A place for hunters to lie in wait, amongst the green lush growth As seasons ever change, this forest continues to thrive Tuffs of grass, withered and dry, eroded hillsides carved away Broken shale, where a blade of grass refuses to grow A peaceful place that thrives all nature bestows.