The forest floor holds many tales Timeless as the tides Look closely, dear, as you can see The creatures which reside Overlooked and underloved The ones that call this home Crawling, squirming, inching about This world is theirs to roam Under all the mushrooms caps The frogs stay safe and sound Look a wee bit closer For spiders can be found The snail is in no rush to move It crawls in its own time It finds a little mushroom Perfectly suited to climb It sits atop his firey throne Just happy to be alive Thankful for the friends it has In this forest in which they thrive