Nature's awe

In the heart of the woods, where the trees stand tall,

Nature's swords surround us all.

The flowers bloom under a tree,

For safety and so they can make people glee.

Mountains chop with their different ranges,

Lurching over the riverbed, lakes and plains.

The water brings animals making all the sound,

Claiming the land that we claim to be ours.

The clouds and sunset are the final straw

To make the forest nature thing of awe.