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Fell on the green grass In a silent deep forest Green grasshopper escapes From my heavy thud White Rabbits peeping out From their burrows Brown woodpecker stops It's wood work Yellow and brown monkeys Jumping from branches Black ants splitting From their lines Yellow spotted deer running As fast as he could Orange chirping birds on trees Gossiping about me Coo-Coo, faraway sings The black beauty Cuckoo Grey bats fly out from a cave With a screeching noise Scary innocent creatures Reckoning me, their enemy Getting up from the ground Nearing them slowly Acquainting me as their Friend and not an enemy One by one they came To feel it in real Touching me with love Fed me with nuts and fruits Playing with great cheer With no more fear Suddenly it happened A powerful roaring sound Giving them an instinct Of their helpless death Cuddled around me with A message to save them Roaring sound was Moving near to catch its prey Promising never to leave Prepared myself being brave Getting a call from my mother Have to leave them in my dream !
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
A Forest Dream
Fell on the green grass In a silent deep forest Green grasshopper escapes From my heavy thud White Rabbits peeping out From their burrows Brown woodpecker stops It's wood work Yellow and brown monkeys Jumping from branches Black ants splitting From their lines Yellow spotted deer running As fast as he could Orange chirping birds on trees Gossiping about me Coo-Coo, faraway sings The black beauty Cuckoo Grey bats fly out from a cave With a screeching noise Scary innocent creatures Reckoning me, their enemy Getting up from the ground Nearing them slowly Acquainting me as their Friend and not an enemy One by one they came To feel it in real Touching me with love Fed me with nuts and fruits Playing with great cheer With no more fear Suddenly it happened A powerful roaring sound Giving them an instinct Of their helpless death Cuddled around me with A message to save them Roaring sound was Moving near to catch its prey Promising never to leave Prepared myself being brave Getting a call from my mother Have to leave them in my dream !
prathipa-nair
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
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