My Forest

I planted a sapling then it became a tree, Tall and majestic, mother nature would surly agree, Then I planted other samplings, now I have woods Soon, I will forget about those loud city neighborhoods. Someday I do hope to have my own little forest Maybe then I might plant flowers, and I can become a florist, But, until then I hope to have a forest so I can just vanish Then unto modern society, to it I can finally banish! I want to wake up to the forest green leaves And the forest raccoons will be the only known thieves Then I would enjoy breathing my forest mist and its cold fog, I am so sick of wakening up to concrete and the cities smog. When I am in my forest I will happily become a recluse Now when I wake up early in the morning I won’t have an excuse, The moon will be my nighttime and the sun will be my alarm In peace I will live in my forest, it will become my shelter and my farm. I will always welcome the birds to my forest as my guest To the trees that I have planted the birds can build their nest, In serenity and peace in my forest I will hope to disappear And when a tree falls to the ground, that sound! only I will hear. Randy L. McClave