The Forest


When I sit in the forest
I look all around,
I acknowledge all the creatures
communicating with their own sound.
The finch will chirp, the wolves will howl
the squirrels will chatter and fight,
they listen for the owl that lets out a screech
and declares the forest goodnight.
The forest is a safety
a playground and a home,
we must protect and love it
because it is our dome.

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