A whistle of wind is all that is heard

Nothing in the forest moved or stirred

The night was nothing

like the normal nightly animal rushing

All was still and peaceful

and the forest slept tired and graceful

All animals slept

even the ones at night who normally crept

The wise owls eyes were closed

and the wolves never howled and the moon never opposed

The forest was sleeping

and all the animals were dreaming

Seperated was this forest from the rest

It was always to as a bequest

But it was always there sleeping

Until one day you will go peeping

For this forest sleeps with you

and those who have found it have been few

The forest of knowledge is sleeping