Walking Through the Forest

- this poem won a spot in Lakeside's literary publication IMAGO -

 
When I walk through the forest
All that can be heard
Is the rustling of the leaves
And the calling of a bird
 
And the wind in the treetops
And the squirrels on the ground
And the quiet frogs and crickets
Which are nowhere to be found.
 
When I walk through the forest 
A sense of peace comes over me
I become relaxed and open
As I stroll from tree to tree.
 
And as I walk and wander
Over moss covered ground
I never fail to wonder
Why do people cut these down?
 
And as I think of species
Dying every day
I cannot help but wonder
Must it be this way?
 
When I walk through the forest
I hear the pleading sound
Of voices softly whispering
"Help us" all around.
 
 

written in 8th grade