Forest Poem by Rachel Hughes

Dark shades of light under the forest trees.

A canopy of green as far as I can see.

A ray of light comes shining through.

It glistens like gold in the morning dew.

The deep wood seems like a cave or cavern.

Like a room in natures sacred tavern.

So, I reminisce about this forest and the days gone by.

And how they were under ancient skies.

I wonder if a pirate would have been a pirate without its trees.

For he would have no ship to sail at sea.

Or if the pheasant would be warm when he attired.

Without its wood to light his fire.

Or if the axman would have a job.

Without the forest trees to log.