Down in the woods

Down in the woods,
Whisper creek runs through.
It hushes all who near it, and
reflects the rising sun.
Down in the woods,
The leaves turn to ombre.
They tell a little story,
Of November's charm and wonder.
Down in the woods,
The wise old owl speaks.
He speaks of the magical glow,
As the mystical moon peaks.
Down in the woods,
Crickets play their symphony.
The wolf howls it's heart out,
With nature's sweet harmony.
Down in the woods,
Hushabye breeze blows.
It tells of all its secrets,
It tells of all it knows.
The woods tell a story, the woods sing a song, so if you walk into the woods,
try to sing along.

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