The God Of The Forest

The God of the Forest

Attracted a tourist

One by one he would stare at the sun,

Thinking,listening,waiting for someone to come,

He was a tree with no leaves,

He was tall I was scared so I crawled,

Suddenly I heard a noise,

Someone was coming stomping,

Yawning it was the God of the Forest,

Stamping on trees small insects angrily,

All you could hear was a voice,

I had no choice but to run...