The Forest

The forest calls to me

just like an old good friend.

It has a million stories

I want to listen 'till the end.

In the forest is where I am

I like to call it home.

There, no one can ever hurt me

And I can be alone.

In my mind I am a fairy

Wings,painted green like trees;

In the Autumn, browns and reds,

To match the falling leaves.

The forest is my sanctuary

This is where I belong

The woodland creatures will be the ones

Who hear my final song.