Forest Sounds
Smokey valleys and dripping vines,Reminds me so, of a place out of time.No paths are cut across the land.It stands untouched by the hands of man.Rivers sparkle in the noon day sun,Silently in thick forest through which it runs,Slow moving reptiles slither away,Deep in the forest, hiding from the heat of day.Cries are heard, so alone and sad,Big cats stalk prey, on velvet feet they pad.Birds fly over in long vee shaped rows,Their cries reverberating in multiple echoes. Written November 27th, 2001 © on Nov 27 2001 04:02 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 18 • 0 • 1
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"Smokey valleys and dripping vines,Reminds me so, of a place out of time.No paths are cut across the land.It stands untouched by the hands of man.Rivers sparkle in the noon day sun,Silently in thick forest through which it runs,Slow moving reptiles slither away,Deep in the forest, hiding from the heat of day.Cries are heard, so alone and sad,Big cats stalk prey, on velvet feet they pad.Birds fly over in long vee shaped rows,Their cries reverberating in multiple echoes...."