Timberland

The vines hang like long green snakes,
The canopy above covering the sun,
Generously allowing spots of light to dot the dark floor below.

The melodies of the forest,
Are forever carried by the sparse breeze,
While the mountains echo the shimmering river,
That runs through the woodlands to the sea.

The flowers dance in the scarce sunlight,
While the insects go about their busy day,
Then when the sun starts to set,
The golden fireflies come out to play.

Reflecting the light of the stars,
The eyes of an owl watch the night unfold,
While the wind speaks of secrets,
Underneath the canopy’s fold.

Beautiful is the mighty timberland,
But don’t get lost in her heart,
For beauty can be a trap,
And she is dangerously smart.