Forest

Walking slowly through a forest

Falling autumn-colour leaves

Sunset sliding golden rivers

Through the shadows of the trees

Grey-back squirrel runs to safety

Scared to see you walking by

Blackbirds sing to one another

Their voices mingle and harmonize

And sitting by the oak tree roots

That thread into the stony ground

And in the gathering evening twilight

Listen for the lonely sound

Like tissue paper in your hand

The wind that shakes the falling leaves

And blows them gently down to earth

To land upon a golden sea

Fill your pockets full with pine cones

Scattered on the emerald grass

Gather bits of bark to draw

And acorn cups and leaves to press

Paint the sunset splashing crimson

On the purple velvet sky

Play the tunes the sparrows sing

And watch the clouds go floating by

Thoughts go drifting through the trees

Through slanting beams of dying sun

Play shadow games upon the grass

And see the little creatures come

They’ll gather round and watch your hands

Draw silhouettes all on the ground

And hurry home and tell their friends

Of where they went and what they found