The Forest

The forest is a familiar ground,

With lots of bird and deer,

I like to sit and gaze around,

Maybe pick up empty bottles of beer.

 

When my problems get the best of me,

I grab my jacket and go my way,

Down the forest and under my tree,

Where I plop down and think about my day.

 

The drips and the drops,

The small waterfall,

The bees on my crops,

And my old football.

 

I walk along beside the river,

Relaxed by the soothing song,

Staying until I begin to shiver,

Then I move along.

 

Binoculars in hand,

I climb up to the hut,

Looking out over the land,

I spot a deer eating a nut.

 

There’s no one for me to talk to,

I’m all alone in this quiet place,

But for me there’s always something to do,

Like watching two birds race.

 

I’d go for a walk through the trees,

Taking a man-made path,

Hearing the rustle of leaves in the breeze,

Scaring a little rat.

 

When I’ve finished in my thinking space,

I start to go back home,

The forest is my calming place,

The place I like to roam.

-gbb :)