The Forest

The crunch of the twigs,

The cripple of the sticks.

The sway of wind,

Folding of the blinds.

The roar of a bear,

Followed by a snare,

The pride of a lion,

Messing up the line.

Communications across,

Create a big cross,

Hunters big and strong,

Never seen the brawn.

The new reaches of life,

An unidentified biosphere.

A place with trees,

Bleeding through the ground.

Trees mountains huge,

Blocking pathways through,

As they chant one word,

The forest is my world