Look into the forest: what do you see?
Bushes, moss and lots of leaves.
There I see a fallen tree.
I sit atop it and look around me.
Nothing alive seems to stir.
Wait! A bee flies past with a whir.
First when I came here, looking around,
It seemed I made the only sounds.
Now in the quiet, I know it's not true.
In a forest whispers are all around you.
The sound of a leaf as it falls through the branches.
Bees as they do aerial dances.
The wind seems to whisper throughout a clearing.
The voice of the forest is what I'm hearing.
Though it may sometimes escape our eyes
All forests are full of life.