Colors burst and glisten,

in these enchanted woods.

The wind pleas me to listen,

in this forest filled with goods.

Sky so blue and radiant,

and clouds so bubblegum pink.

I am in love with this gradient.

The bunnies go in circles like they're at the skating rink.

Dew drops drip down off their leaves,

then to the ground, they fall with ease.

Running up the hill, here comes the thieves.

Only to be attacked, by all the buzzing bees.

The forest will stay secure,

for the wilderness protects it.

The trees will show you around if your heart is pure.

It is the most beautiful when it is moonlit.