The Wonders of the Forest

The forest where do I start, 

poisonous mushrooms in the far. 

A ferocious frog in the grass, 

whilst the dark you pass. 

There’s a rabbit's glowing eyes, 

over there is where the frog viciously eats flies. 

When you crash into the bark, 

you brush your skin against something with rigid scars. 

Elegant green ferns in the grass, 

Red roses thorns near the river flow. 

Silver rocks with timber, 

Whilst people take pictures. 

The fluffiest of them all,  

With the scruffiest mane of them all. 

Their wide hooves and the rigid mane, 

Tells me something I could never explain. 

The most elegant jumper, 

They always are when they're younger.