Orions pen

Forest of friends

The sun stares me down

And I bathe in its heat

It floats above the ground

While I\'m bound by my feet

 

I turn towards the forest

An array of brown and green

An ancient sea of beauty

And the wisdom of its trees

 

Clouds above me start to form

Foreshadowing a mighty storm

An obstruction of my precious sunlight

I stay in the forest, it holds me tight

 

These trees have seen many before me

A wealth of stories waiting to be told

And although the rain has started pouring

The trees stand tall, a shield from the cold

 

The sun no longer stares me down

I\'ve stayed long enough to watch it set

I\'m happy here upon the ground

With my forest of friends, who I\'m glad to have met