THE FORESTS

THE FOREST IS GREEN ,
THE FOREST IS WIDE,
WHERE MANY ANIMALS HIDE,
THE TALL TREES STAND SIDE BY SIDE.
ALL ALONG THE TRAIL
WHERE LITTLE BIRDS ALIGHT.
FRIGHTENING SOUND OF THE NIGHT,
A LITTLE HOPE IN THE MOONLIGHT.
AN EERIE CALL OF A FOX
ENTER THE EARS,
FAR AWAY THE MANY DEERS
ALL ASLEEP IN THE LAND OF DREAMS.
WHERE FAIRIES AWAIT THEM FLAPPING THEIR WINGS.
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THE BIRDS SING HAPPILLY
IN THE MORNING LIGHT
IN THE FORESTS OF THE FRESH AIR,
WHERE ARE THE SQUIRELLS,
WHERE,O, WHERE?
BUT
GONE ARE THE DAYS WHEN IT USED TO BE GREEN
THE HUMANS CAME WITH A MIND MEAN
ARMED WITH AXES TO CUT OFF THE TREES
CUT SMALL PLANTS AND THE THICK REEDS
TO BUILD HOMES, FOR THEIR SAFETY
THEY THOUGHT , TO SAVE HUMANITY
BUT DON’T THE ANIMALS NEED OUR AFFECTION
THEY NEED OUR LOVE AND PROTECTION.