A Forest Poem

(written when I was 8)

The dark trees loomed above me

So big, so tall

The little birds were cheeping

Communicating with their call

The leaves came swirling down

As the wind slowly picked up

Down fell a whirlpool of red, orange & brown

And left the trees bare.

The wind howled through the remaining leaves of the autumn

And moss covered the ground

In a soft carpet

Capturing all of the sounds.