Thursday 26 May 2011

The Forest, another poem



The Forest
The sun shines through the leaves creating patterns of dancing light.
Green vines wrap themselves around the tree trunks, climbing higher and higher
The birds sing songs of joys as they build their nests in the tall trees.

The branches cast shadows in the moonlight.
The only sound is a whisper as the cool breeze dances around the leaves.
Darkness moves through the trees changing all that crosses its path.

By Sara Montgomery

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