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
I was,inspired,ro write this poem while,at caribou, meeting up with a friend.