Birds chirp, squirrels chatter,
Small frogs peep, a lone wolf cries.
In the canopy above rain patters,
All while feral kittens chase butterflies.
In the distance, clad in mist,
Mountains rise and water falls.
Does graze amoung feilds of flowers, sun kissed,
And closer by a fox runs through tree lined halls.
Then while the sun sets,
All is quite, untill, one by one,
Insects buzz, forming gauzy nets,
And down to the river great stags run.
This is the living wood,
That many tried to conquer.
Yet no one could,
It stands today in all it's wonder.
