Secrets of the Forest

Eagles soaring high, appreciating the beauty below from the sky, like no one else can see, marveling at all of it's scenic tranquility.
Rolling hills, rippling lakes, the peak of autumn colors amongst the towering trees creates a sense of security. A cascading waterfall a long a jagged cliff causes a serene mist as it descends into the smooth shoreline. Babbling brooks twist and turn winding around the tall straw grass ground. Morning wakes and sprinkles the foliage with dew to make it fresh. The trees spread their branches to greet their wild guests.

The sweet scent of freedom is in the air, the animals live without a care. Hearing them talking in their own unique languages, that only they can understand, their special bond is far above the intelligence of man.
Wolves howling in synchronicity, owls screeching, patter of critter's paws, quips and squawks from  hawks are heard throughout the land along the rustling of falling leaves. The soft flutter of birds wings, listen closely and hear the songs they sing.
Cubs in their dens, the morning sunlight awakens them. Hidden eyes observing from afar exuberantly watching their intriguing world scamper by.

As the sun sets, the air chills, the wind may blow, but no one will know until they feel it stir, some animals rest other rise, night time is when many of them come alive.

A golden sunset casts a glow,  A silvery moon shimmers on a lake and presents an aura of calmness. The quietness of the woods instills a sense of peacefulness to all that live there.

The Secrets of the Forests are a mystery to many, unbeknownst to man, only the creatures that live there can truly understand.

By Karen Swanson
(This is my first poem)