Poem 1: Forest, Forest
Forest, Forest, where animals live.
How I love to you thrive.
You just make me feel more alive.
But when you are deprived.
Trees and wood that was used.
Ground that was over and over abused.
And then you’re gone.
To see what you had to undergo.
The wealth you bestowed was wronged.
Forest, Forest, you are our home.
Your flowers bloom as we go to your throne.
And as we protect our home.
