My Forest

 I love to explore the woods at home,
Where I have the freedom to roam.
The beautiful forest I see
Appears to me as a great big sea.
A babbling brook befuddles me
With it's constant chanting of "to be."
I am free to find surprises like berries
And read books from several libraries.
The berries taste tart and oh so sweet,
Warm dirt covers my cold bare feet.
I like to climb up high in trees
While trying to look out for the bees.
It smells like dirt and nature out there.
Sadly, I have yet to see any trace of a bear.
I go the the woods when I am sad
And the lovely nature makes me glad.
I love to go riding through the woods
While wearing my jackets with hoods.
The woods have many different emotions,
They can be seen with little commotions.
The woods can be angry and bleak
Or it can be quiet with sleep.
I like to pretend that a am a female knight
Or riding a beautiful fiery dragon through the night.
I love to sleep under the trees
And in the morning I see a sea.
I realize that it is leaves flying by like birds in flight
Flying into the new sunlight.
So I pack up my things and say good-bye
To my lovely forest that sees time fly.