The Forest Poem by Mathew Sutter

I walked in a forest this afternoon,
The trees were graceful,
Each one unique but different somehow.
As I passed each one, I touched it,
And it told me its story.

I walked in a forest this afternoon,
The flowers were brilliant in their colors,
Each one beautiful and beckoning for me to touch it.
They sighed as I passed them,
And each sigh was a wounderful fragrence blown onto my face.

I walked in a forest this afternoon,
The grass was long and confident in its place,
Each one forcing me back as I walked through them
They growled as I stepped over them,
Each telling me I had no right here.

I walked in a forest this afternoon,
They all seemed to be glad I'm glad I'm gone,
But glad I came.
And I guess they are protective of their home,
Their history and its peace.
But are willing to share what little they have,
With someone who is willing to listen.