Leaves Rustling through the air,
Creatures scurry on the ground.
This is where I sit and think,
wondering out aloud.
The insects buzz, buzz around.
The Kangaroos graze and chew.
This is where the creatures live,
Causing a small hue.
The water runs and gurgles away,
Down the river it flows.
This is where the animals drink,
Where the wind blows.
The noise of the forest, so peacful and quiet,
But noisy, just the same.
This is what the forest is,
The animals domain.
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