Future of the forest

The leaves rustled in the breeze

As the wind sang a song of glee

Standing tall and standing strong

The wind whistled and swayed along

Moss collecting over time

Creatures swing from vine to vine

Hear their cries of whispers and lies

And listen as the canopy becomes alive

Shadows darken the once sun-kissed trees

As grey clouds linger like an infectious disease

The bird calls turn from joy to alarmed

Signalling the end of the freedom and peace