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...