wind blowing through the trees,

twigs snapping under leaves.

birds chirp and sing and dance,

while little field mice scurry and prance.

a stream trickles beside a path,

deer jump in and take a bath.

light shines in from the scorching sun,

new born foxes set off and run.

these are the things I long to hear,

in the wood this time of year.

WIND BLOWING THROUGH THE TREES,

TWIGS SNAPING UNDER LEAVES,

BIRDS CHIP AND SING AND DANCE,

WHILE LITTLE FEILD MICE SCURY AND PRANCE,

THESE ARE THE SOUNDS EVERYONE HEARS,

IN THE WOOD,

EVERY YEAR.

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