The roses red danced in the wind, swaying silently, The daffodils yellow and white, moving to and fro. The pines and hazels talk among themselves, though somehow noiselessly, Their fallen leaves being blown around, wondering where to go.

The squirrels chitter and chatter, and bluebirds chirp together, The flowing water babbling, speaking to the grass, The worms digging on the dirt looking for a home, The fish traveling in a school, others in a mass.

There are deer, raccoons, foxes, and mice, The forest is a wonderful paradise.