The Small Forest

A beam of light shines through the trees,

To bring light to the darkness,

Like a breeze,

A bee picks a flower,

To bring to its queen,

As birds sing songs of joy,

To bring life to the small trees,

A squirrel picks nuts from the ground,

As I walk through the forest full of leaves,

 Multiple animals come to greet me,

But wind starts to whistle and blow,

The trees sway side to side,

So the animals around me scatter home,

As I run home,

I wave bye to the animals that greeted me,

Leaving the forest full of the small trees.