Out in the woods all by her lonesome self
No friends to speak of save the buzzing fly
The angry sun blazed seeking the weak elf
"Who is this intruder," he seemed to cry
She was frightened for she didn't belong
Voice a mere whisper, no help could she call
But there were spir'ts up above with a song
Ringing out so clear from a tree so tall
The elf ran closer to find flutt'ring birds
Oh, of all sizes and colors were they
Each one so different, it was absurd
She smiled and to their song did she sway
The lively birds sang faster just to tease
And out in the woods did she feel at peace
A/N: So this was the sonnet I made for literature c: Nothing much to say about this haha. I posted it, peasant c;
