Forest Poem

The forest is like a giant city
It blooms softly in the spring

And dies down in the Autumn and Winter

As you walk through it, you feel lost deep down in a maze

The arms of the trees expand outward and reach out to the sky

Each tiny leaf has a different pattern

While bugs and insects are all scattered across the forest floor

The wind blows and forces the trees to sway all around 

Waterfalls start crashing down and rivers start rushing across rocks and tiny small fish

No matter how beautiful it is or how calm it is, it will always have the nice peaceful sound of a forest   

As I walk through to the end,

All I see is a mushroom, but something lies beneath this peculiar mushroom: it's, like, a giant ant dancing around a tree

A forest is what I can see