Forest Poem by Kieran J1996

Forest



As tiny fee, hammer and pound,
They make not one, single sound,
Creepy Crawlies coat the floor,
While up above eagles soar,
This is the way of forest life,
The towering trees stand tall and are rife,
With creatures great and small,
As is the air, with many a birds call,

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