The Magic of the Forest

The forest is a place, of magic and charm,

A place of wonder, that's hard to disarm,

The trees whisper, with the gentle wind,

A sight so enchanting, it's hard to rescind.

The magic of the forest, a world so green,

A place of mystery, that's hard to glean,

The animals play, in the dappled light,

A sight so playful, it's hard to ignite.

The forest is alive, with all its creatures,

From the smallest bugs, to the largest features,

The deer graze, in the cool of the day,

A sight so graceful, it's hard to slay.

The magic of the forest, a place of dreams,

A place to explore, and to hear the streams,

The mushrooms grow, in their fairy ring,

A sight so mystical, it's hard to bring.

The forest is a world, so full of life,

A place to discover, and to forget the strife,

The leaves rustle, in the autumn breeze,

A sight so lovely, it's hard to appease.

The magic of the forest, a world so grand,

A place of beauty, that's hard to withstand,

The birds sing, in the early dawn,

A sight so delightful, it's hard to fawn.