In the woods I trail to see,
Sticks and moss and covered trees
Still and silent, I hear the wind
The grass doesn't move, the trees don't grin
Covering where they used to shade,
The leaves lay still at their grave
I wander deeper and start to run,
In search of warmth, a rising run
Still and silent, I hear the wind
The grass doesn't move, the trees don't grin
Clouds roll slowly overhead,
Keeping sunlight from being shed
I spot a cave and start to explore,
As the rain beings to pour
Still and silent, I hear the wind
The grass doesn't move, the trees don't grin
I feel the warmth inside the cave,
Protecting me from nature's rage
I find the comfort to rest my wears
Until I feel that I can bear
Still and silent, I hear the wind
With dancing grass and trees that grin
Birds are perched on each little one,
Singing to welcome the emerging sun
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
In the woods I trail to see,
Sticks and moss and covered trees
Still and silent, I hear the wind
The grass doesn't move, the trees don't grin
Covering where they used to shade,
The leaves lay still at their grave
I wander deeper and start to run,
In search of warmth, a rising run
Still and silent, I hear the wind
The grass doesn't move, the trees don't grin
Clouds roll slowly overhead,
Keeping sunlight from being shed
I spot a cave and start to explore,
As the rain beings to pour
Still and silent, I hear the wind
The grass doesn't move, the trees don't grin
I feel the warmth inside the cave,
Protecting me from nature's rage
I find the comfort to rest my wears
Until I feel that I can bear
Still and silent, I hear the wind
With dancing grass and trees that grin
Birds are perched on each little one,
Singing to welcome the emerging sun
Request permission to use this poem