The Forest
By Sebastian A
In the forest, the trees stare down,
The birds fly and sing.
The floor is stained deep, oak brown.
The birds are all nesting.
The light filters through the leaves,
The birds chirp and fly high.
My shirt flaps within the breeze,
It will be hard to say goodbye.
The trees smile back at me,
Longing for me to stay.
A cold tear rolls down my cheek,
I don’t want to go away.