The forest hums in the colors of greens, yellows, and blues.
It sings with its browns and purples too.
A splash of red, as you rest your weary head.
While the animals dance and play.
And the trees swing and sway.
The forest plays the nature's tune.
In hopes that it'll soon reach you.
The waterfall pounds upon the rocks.
A loud sound, and the water would certainly wet your socks.
The river, an opposite friend, slowly ripples.
With no seems to an end.
Listen as nature paints, its chirps, and cheeps.
On the river banks.
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Forest Hills| Poems and Stuff.
Poetryunder the forest hills lies my heart for all where my head has gills and my heart falls.
