Forest

One that will engulf history itself,
It was thrown to the shelf,
And now it moves in two feet,
As you sit on your seat,
Flapping its wings to reach new heights,
Searching for its earned rights,
Questioning every corner,
Never liking the former,
Has the will to open a window,
Never looking for a pillow,
Eyes shining so bright,
Learning everything in its sight,
Passing its knowledge as time moves on,
Until the end of time, until there’s none,
Always thinking of solitude,
But the people will always intrude.