Here a creature lurks below
In shadows of evergreen
Constantly surrounded
By trees, rocks, and green
This creature lives in solitude
As below the sky it thrives
It grows in height and grows in age
It grows in antler size
But most of all it grows up inside
As it grows with morning dew
This creature is no antelope
Or moose of the great up north
It simply is a caribou
A traveler of abroad
The caribou is in the green
It has aged an awful lot
So in the green it finds a tree
And its antlers it will shed
Here is a creature in the Green
The green of forest groves
It lives in peace and eats its cloves
As in the forest it grows
This creature grows tall and strong
As is grazes on the grass
It lurks below the shadows
As forever it will last
Unoticed by most who pass on by
Unseen by those you don't care
So lurking in the deep dark green
A lonely life it will share
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
Here a creature lurks below
In shadows of evergreen
Constantly surrounded
By trees, rocks, and green
This creature lives in solitude
As below the sky it thrives
It grows in height and grows in age
It grows in antler size
But most of all it grows up inside
As it grows with morning dew
This creature is no antelope
Or moose of the great up north
It simply is a caribou
A traveler of abroad
The caribou is in the green
It has aged an awful lot
So in the green it finds a tree
And its antlers it will shed
Here is a creature in the Green
The green of forest groves
It lives in peace and eats its cloves
As in the forest it grows
This creature grows tall and strong
As is grazes on the grass
It lurks below the shadows
As forever it will last
Unoticed by most who pass on by
Unseen by those you don't care
So lurking in the deep dark green
A lonely life it will share