The Forest

I breathe in the fresh air,

The cool breeze rustled through my hair,

My footsteps crunch in the sticks and leaves,

And in the trees, a lone bird grieves,

The forest is so beautiful,

A place where everything is plentiful,

The forest is the heart of nature,

So why are they destroyed for paper,

Why are we scared they’ll be gone,

Tomorrow or next dawn,

The forest is a home,

For a fox, rabbit, or gnome,

The forests need to be protected,

Or our race will be neglected.