Secrets of the Forests

No one hears it in the depths of dark forest
Not the little bud that trickles down the leaf
Not the owl hooting from its tree hollow
Tranquility is something that fills the trees. 
As the sun rises, the birds chirp optimistically 
Sunlight beams through the leaves
Ants march in convoy back to their nests
While possums snooze, all cozy, ready to rest.
Trees stretch out high and beyond 
Their roots spread endlessly hugging the ground
Ancient trees centuries old, still standing tall and proud,
They whisper for all to hear. 
Then once again the forest fades into silence 
Sun rays thin into nothing
Possums are stirring, ready to play, 
Bats unfurl their daytime wings. 
The forest becomes submerged into darkness, 
And the little bud trickles down the leaf.