THE FOREST

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

 

Listen to the owl,

And the wolves, O, how they howl.

The hum of magic fills the air,

But everyone’s too busy to even care.

The leaves on the trees are a gentle green,

But wait, there’s more to be seen.

Fairies flying to and fro,

As tiny as my little toe.

The trees,

That sway in the misty breeze,

Wrapped in blankets of moss,

Are really easy to come across,

The moon, shining pretty and bright,

Like a beacon, in the pitch-black night,

Giving off all its light,

Using up all it’s might.

So, if you get lost in the woods,

There’s no need to worry.

You don’t need to hurry,

To get back home,

Just look at the beautiful sights.

(Emma Dimitrova, my 10 year old daughter, 17/02/2019)