BY ENCHANTRESSA

There on a hill, in a place we never see.

Is a forest that holds a precious magic for the world.

It has lived longer than you and or me.

It has seen only what nature has brought to it.

But it still holds the magic in in it's soul.

It protects the animals that live under it.

It protects the flora that live that within it.

It protects the air that lives around it.

It breaths the the magic for you and me

It grows deep beneath the ground.

Its soul is buried deep beneath the earth.

It holds the earth in its place for the flora to grow.

It holds the earth in its place for the animals to live.

So protect our friends, the Trees.