The Forest Night

Darkness comes, as does the forest night
As branches creep, and still the leaves
Deep into, the forest, green
Pine needles creating, a deep silence
Upon the floor, of the forests needs
Be still the trees, protective of
The changing seasons
One by one, from winter, spring
A brand new birth, upon the breeze
A baby deer, finds mother near
And seeks her comfort
In the forests, trees
Sometimes at night, the dead silence
Comes to life all of sudden
A fire, awakens, everything
But then the Mother
Brings forth the rain
And Natures cry, "it's time to live"
Seems a song
A lullabye
And we all feel
The forest night.......

Tony Taylor (Chicago)