Children of the Forest

The forest is quiet
today
Not a bird
chirps
Not a rustle in
the undergrowth
Not a whisper
in the trees

As the mountains
rise in the distance
Lording over all
below
Snow melting in
rivers
Giving life to
its children

And then a
noise
So quiet it’s
barely heard
Quiet falls on
the forest bed
Move with careful
guise

Then from the
mists
Comes a sight to
behold!
Magnificent in
their glory
Appearing like
otherworldly beings

These creatures
of Mother Nature
These children of
the forest
These custodians
of all we take for granted
Come and go
as if wraiths of the forest