One night in the forest
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With a moonbeam in her smile,
she illumined every flower,
while she wandered down the path,
neath an ever-changing sky
With a chuckle and a grin,
peeked behind the twisted maple,
where the dragonflies would hide,
if a stranger passes by
On this quiet summer eve,
as the crickets started chirping,
with a pinecone as a necklace,
she was dressed up for the show
As she took her favorite seat,
near a toadstool who was sleeping
and a tree frog she called Larry,
on her shoelace down below
When she heard the singer sing,
as the evergreens were swaying,
in a soft melodic fashion,
while the cello played in time
There were songbirds in the trees,
where they added happy whistles
near some squirrels who would listen,
just to see if it did rhyme
When along a spider came,
(no, it's not some different story)
with a top hat on his head,
said he'd really like to dance
They all watched as he performed,
with his eight legs quickly moving,
then applauded when he stopped,
this might be his only chance
Next, a butterfly ballet,
so demure, their wings a' flutter,
in a silken pirouette,
so enchanting was the sight
They received a roaring cheer,
loud as thunder in the heavens,
as they took a tiny bow,
then they ran off to the right
Where beyond the forest edge,
came the morning sun arising,
purple, pink and tangerine,
were the colors she did spy
So, she rubbed her weary eyes,
gave a little hug to Larry,
made her way back down the path,
as she waved to all good bye
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Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2025
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