I tiptoe through the forest of brush and cold mountain

The quiet whistle of the wind luring me out of my den

I blend, orange furred, with the bright warm hues of the autumn leaves

That fall to the ground in millions, a flurry from the trees

The shrubs, trees and saplings grow unchecked through these lands

A playground for us, to run through bushes and trees grand

But we must hide, we must be careful here nowadays

For each corner turns your kind, or the effects you’ve left behind

The lichen and moss that carpets this forest ground

Is trampled by the young animals who snip by without sound

A blur of orange, yellows, browns and reds

Split by the dark branches of the trees above head

They tower, spindle like and skeletal, a sight to behold

Overrun with careful leaves of colors unknown

And the seasons will change, bringing new leaves of bright viridian shades

For the forest is ever-changing, a painting of vivid colors and tints that fade

The elms and the linden and the sweet gum trees

They sway with the wind under mountain breeze

The hickory and oak, the maple and chestnut

Drop fall leaves to the ground beside the shrubs and buds

But the animals who live in this ever-changing woodland

Are afraid of the change that might never end

The trees hide the animals that I hunt and prey for

Quiet, soft haired rabbits and voles

That hide within the shrubbery, away from my steps

The robins’ chirp in the echoing cavernous depths

The bluebells and mushrooms that vipers and salamanders live by

Hiding the mice and squirrels that run under dreary skies

That the harpy eagles dive for, searching these cold woods

Their eyes trained on the deer, the moose that clip through

For the changing winds and the raging monsoon, they knock down our home

Fallen trees that block our paths, a labyrinth unknown

The rich fertile soil grown under heavy rains and hurricane

Supports woodland elsewhere unfound other than these mountains

A diverse timbered, bark-ridden land,

Subject to endless destruction, felled and unable to stand

Just for your buildings, just for your concrete

I must wait in the bare shadows of skeleton trees

And as the woodland retreats, we must hide away

For where will go? Without our colorful forest to stay?

The ancient trees that have been home for years

You have ruined them so easily, you have left us in tears.


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