Weeping Woods

Within the wicked woods,
Where willows weep,          
Lyrebirds sing and possums leap.

The frog leaps from rock to rock.
Birds chirp in the distance.

Tree branches collide,                                 
Jaguars spy,       
While sloths lie. 

The forest floor, bearded with moss.      
The wind rustling the leaves of a nearby tree.

A peaceful place,
A thick green jungle,
The forest is the home of all trees.

The oxygen producers,
The leaves ran with the wind.