The oaks and the pines
So lofty and wise
Ever stretching and growing
They reach for the sky

Tender young saplings
Cry out for the light
Only to be shaded
And trampled by night

The whisper of love
In the warm summer breeze
Caressing and kissing
Ever turning the leaves

The creatures seem oblivious
To the coming of dawn
Birds singing optimistically
No need of sad songs

And so we are
In this forest to stay
Predators of might
Yet creatures of prey...