The Forest Poem by Matthew Smi

In the forest you might see
A few snakes slithering wildly
In the forest you might see
Crispy, crunchy, colourful Autumn Leaves

In the forest you might see
Dark Shadows of twisted trees
In the forest you might see
Squirrels scampering through the trees

In the forest you might see
Birds making nests happily
In the forest you might see
Green leaves smelling as fresh as can be

In the forest you might see
Foxes looking for things to eat
In the forest you might see
Squirrels burrowing for their Winter tea

In the forest you might see
Rotten wood from a fallen tree