Forest Rest

My wings flow and flow,

                           the winds howl and howl.                                                                                                                                  

                           But the forest’s action,               

                           steal all my attention.

                           I hear my friends’ chirping,

                           so I follow them by singing.

                           But then, I start to fall,

                          to watch the waterfall.

                           The plants settle,

                            with some little trickle.

                           Suddenly, something wets my wings,

                           I find out it started to rain.

                           Trees swinging,

                           leaves felling.

                           The best present for the forest,

                           but will always break my rest.