A Poem on Forest

The forest, oh the forest green,
Where beasts and birds and trees are seen,
A place of peace and solitude,
Where nature’s beauty is renewed.

The leaves that rustle in the breeze,
The branches reaching to the trees,
The animals that roam and play,
The forest is a wondrous place.

The babbling brook that flows with glee,
The gentle breeze that kisses thee,
The sunlight filtering through the leaves,
The forest is a place to breathe.

Oh forest, wild and free and true,
A place of magic, fresh and new,
A world of wonder, full of life,
The forest is a joy to life.

Author : Mohammed Iqbal