Forestland (Acrostic Poem)
Forging vines leap up the trees
Off into skies and wondrous breeze,
Riding off are birds so light
Esteemed by all for feathers bright,
Sunshine rays are all spellbound
Toned up by leaves with stems so round,
Logs and trunks all lay so still
Amidst the daisies' blooming mill,
Nothing competes against the pomp
Dazzling the realms about the romp.
Inspired by "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
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Forestland (Acrostic Poem)
PoetryHere is an acrostic poem that expresses the beauty and enchantment of the forest and the wonders it carries; wonders that are often taken for granted.
