The Forest

The Forest 1

 

 

Come into my forest and take a nice long walk,

Listen to animals as they sing or talk.

Into my tangled forest, here to wander,

The beauty of nature, you stop to ponder.

Seasons may come and seasons may go,

While the cycle of life, continues to ebb and flow.

Spring is a good time for life to begin,

A struggle for survival, the young must win.

Sun breaks through and new shoots appear,

They are visible to viewers both far and near.

Ice has long since melted, where did it go,

Heat from the sun allows the young to grow.

Animals come out to greet each new day,

In warm spring sunshine, wildlife comes to play.

A nearby stream gently bubbles and rushes,

The river provides water to tree and bushes.

Daffodils come out along with cool fresh rain,

Wild spring weather is impossible to tame.

Blossoms are present smell the lingering scent

Views of the springtime forest are heaven sent.

An otter flaps his flippers down by the water's edge,

Slippery foxes watch from their watery ledge.

Hunger burns and foxes want to eat,

According to them, visitors are tasty and sweet.

Chicks in their nest give a loud throaty call,

Into their hungry mouths food might fall.

Birds are gathering small worms and tics

Adults must feed their hungry little chicks.

The bigger they grow, the more they eat

Soon they will have to stand on their own two feet.

Once again, the splendid summer will come,

As yet another year will be passed and done

Stay in the forest and wander around again,

Leaving this place goes against the grain.

 

A vast canopy of green over your head,

Find a wonderful nature trail for you to tread.

Down a leafy path that is all so steep and winding,

Who knows what you might be finding.

Time seems to stand still, as you gaze at the bough,

You may have lost your sense of season, by now.

Wildlife is in abundance and animals are on the prowl,

Beside your feet, find a free-range fowl.

Roots and bushes may well block the way,

You do not wish to work upon this perfect summer day.

Smell the Oak and taste fresh assorted spice,

Mushrooms around here, are exceptionally nice.

Wild raspberry or strawberry to delight your tongue,

Spot a flock of wild birds, all on the run.

Water in the stream is crisp and clear

You may find Salmon, swimming around here

Fish like to jump and they dive

Frogs seem relaxed and they all just thrive

Precious water may be clean and cool,

Watch out for old foxy, he is not a fool.

Fox is close by, yet he makes no sound,

He just lowers his slippery body, down to the ground.

This haunting forest is thick with branches and root

Can you see any sitting ducks, for hunters to shoot. ?

Happy birds are singing hear their pleasant song,

They plan to sing and chatter all day long.

Soon the leaves will be turning colour,

The shading of leaves will become deeper and fuller.

Rabbits play away in crisp fallen leaves

Fruits of the forest make wonderful teas

Squirrels are ferreting for nuts and berries,

They want to harvest some juicy cherries.

Thick crusty bark is stuck to every tree,

It makes a good coat for winter you see.

Woodpecker is chiseling as hard as he can,

He has not stopped working, since he first began.

 

 

The Forest 2

 

 

Mr Owl started calling as the light began to fade,

Waterproof feathers make such a useful shade.

Pinecone and conker's scattered upon the ground,

Appreciate the sense of peace that you have found.

One small green frog happily croaks,

While his little friend, he cheekily soaks.

Find herbs of every natural variety and kind,

Shades of deep red or brown are not too hard to find.

Tinges of glorious yellow may be light or dark,

Listen to the love song of a lonesome lark.

Snakes slither down from branches high,

Occasionally the odd black bat comes out to fly.

It grows cold as night does descend,

Noises from the forest will never end.

Crickets are croaking, they do not sleep,

Their presence is a secret they are unable to keep.

How still the silent beauty of the sky tonight,

A dappled wild horse is a stunning sight.

When the last of the crispy leaves have all gone,

Turtledoves will sing their very own song.

Following this path that may never end,

All around the winter forest, you do wend.

Would you like to stay for good,

In my wonderful landscape made of wood.

To find your position climb a tree, you will be no wiser,

Every tree in the forest has a competing high riser.

From the top of a tree, you can view a sea of branches,

Of escaping this forest, I do not fancy your chances.

This forest is a maze of bracken and tree,

It stretches further than your eye can see.

In the dark of night the moon will indeed shine,

It gives light to tree and vine.

A musical symphony, might be heard,

Twisted human emotions could well be shaken and stirred.

What it is to be lost and oh so alone,

Hear the wind, as it gently moan.

Frozen grass feels crunchy under your foot,

The squirrels are keeping their front doors firmly shut.

Mr Owl came out to hoot and toot,

He is rather clever and he looks so astute.

The beauty of nature might easily deceive,

I do not think it wise for anyone to leave.

Caught in this winter wonderland of ice and snow,

It is hard to tell which way you should go.

Wandering around with no real direction,

Choose your path from a vast selection.

Past listless trees that sway in the breeze,

An icy forest is devoid of bees.

Mushrooms look frozen in dense frozen mist,

A momentary chance to lick icicles, is not to be missed.

Look around my frozen forest with awe and wonder,

You will not find much ready made food to plunder.

The lake has frozen you could try skating,

Trying to melt the ice would be most frustrating.

On a windswept winters night few animals play,

Yet some appear, during the day.

Each animals has their own precious bed,

Just to rest their weary head.

This forest has no obvious shelter for a human being,

No ready-made bed, are you likely be seeing.

Design a home with a few sticks of wood,

Build upon hills to avoid any sudden flood.

A well made thatched roof will keep you dry

Long ropes will allow you to swing or fly.

Live in a wood hut built into your designer tree,

Claim one stick of wood, all for free.

Paint your tree any colour you like,

Fence off your garden with a fancy evergreen dyke.

Make this wonderful place into a safe peaceful haven,

Have a pleasant chat with the odd friendly raven.

Make a swing that hangs from a branch,

Try painting your very own, king-size ranch.