Have you ever ventured,
Into a forest dense and thick,
And ever stopped and wondered,
About nature's many tricks?
The sunlight dodges branches,
To shine on twigs below,
And sets cycles into motion,
With the warmth that it bestows.
The swaying of majestic trees,
Makes nests fall to the floor,
It is indeed a cursed breeze,
That calls death by its lore.
And leaves of every color,
Flood the forest floor,
And bear the brunt of passing feet,
Lest the ground become too sore.
The thicket stream flows downward,
Interrupting hilly land,
The water has its own secrets,
It shares with oceans grand.
But the beauty of echoing woods,
Is in the permeating air,
For how else do you suppose,
The magic reaches everywhere?
