The Forest Ride Poem by Harshini Priyaa

By passing the deep forest during a winter night,
I collected a few twigs
and set them to ignite.

I was feeling the warmth
By hugging my tight cloth
I saw the ever sorest thing
For the hunters deforesting

Bees were buzzing;
Frogs were leaping;
Birds were chirping; and,
Tigers were roaring;

Feeling unhappy that
Unable to save this lovely forest,
'What a poor thing' my brain and heart chorused.

Whom does these woods belong to?
I don't know a thing or two,
So I hope it doesn't matter for me and you.

The forest was dense and dusky
Though open but pathless, I thought
While I suddenly realized in the middle of the forest,
That I have been lost!