A House In The Forest

Sometimes I wonder,

When I hear the rolling thunder,

What it would be like to live in a forest,

Have a house there, ever so modest.

Sounds quite scary,

And makes me wary,

Of creatures hairy,

A thought not merry !

But then I think of golden rays,

That peep through trees in many ways,

And the singing of the birds,

Too sweet to express in words,

And the trees standing tall,

With colorful leaves in the fall,

And then I think of creatures bold

Their grace is a sight to behold.

Sometimes I wonder,

With thoughts much tender,

It might be really, for the best

If I could live in a forest.