Forest Days

As tranquil as a babbling brook, it’s the perfect place to read a book.

For the forest is where I go, If I’m blue or if I’m low.

Soft noises of birds fluttering by, and the loud screeches of magpie cries.

Dew weeping from the tree, one of my favourites: I like to climb thee.

The scent of rain fills the air, as quiet bears sit and stare.

I sit by my favourite tree, and read my book: ‘FairyTale Glee’

You see, things in life come and go.

One second you have it, and the other you don’t.

So enjoy times in the forest, before it’s all gone and treasure the person you seek to become.

But everyone’s taken so there’s just you, so do the right thing as always be you.