Winter forest
By Kiara B
Pine trees danced slowly in the subtle breeze,
Their unspoken language touched the soul,
The heart of the forest within,
Held all the secrets that are yet to unfold,
The forest is a home,
Of miniscule and monstrous creatures,
Like a hiding place to go,
When there is not other place,
No other place to call home,
Like a maze of rugged trees, plants and animals,
That all make up it’s beauty,
When winter is at its nearest,
And the snow falls softly on the ground,
A transformed forest had emerged,
Its beauty times by ten thousand,
But simply its uniqueness is like a snowflake,
The simple magic that snowflakes hold.