The Forest of Beauty

A cold wind blows.                   

 The trees silently sway.      

      A forest of a million stories,

Seemingly endless.                                  

The rain gently splatters the leaves,

As a steady fog rises. 

  Everything is calm, no violent humans,

     Only peaceful animals.

  In a cave rests a family of bats.

Holes and burrows scatter the ground,

This is how every forest should be,   

Whether small or large.