The Untouched

Trees in the forest, side by side,
Mystery awaiting, where the wildlife hide.
Birds are singing, the sun is shining,
The despair of the world, slowly declining.
The trees and bushes rustle in the air,
While we wander the earth, full of much care.
Tip-toeing down the untouched track,
The beauty of nature gently springing back.
But when will the scenic woodland clear,
The answer is never, everywhere but here.