The Forest

By Toby McDonald.

 

Out in the forest,

Where the hills are alive,

And the campers roam free.

The trees loom overhead,

Showered in green,

And abundant in shade.

The overgrowth grows,

Like a carpet of green,

Nipping at the trail.

The sun and the breeze,

They felt nice in the air,

And then came the rain.

The rain started slow,

And then it got faster,

It suddenly stopped,

And all was good.

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