In the old forgotten grove

Where trees cloak the sky

In a blanket of green

The deer follow their trails

The wolves hunt for them

And the forest sparkles with life

The chipmunks celebrate new life

As the beaver builds not far from the grove

While the old moose watches them

He knows the pattern of life which follows the sky

Rabbits have left their burrows for trails

A new home they seek in the abyss of green

Autumn comes, and arbors lose their  green

Orange arrives, and trees lose their life

A chill is here, leaves blanket the trails

And hikers set out to explore the colorful grove

They look up at the ultramarine sky

Realizing, they are the forest, and the forest is them

Squirrels store acorns to share them

With fellow kin, a reminder of unseen green

Acorns will be trees that touch the sky

That add to the grove, and harness new life

The cold November wind rattles the grove

Deserted are the trails

Empty are the trails

There is no one to follow them

The first snowfall winters the grove

In their dreams, the bears long for green

In their slumber, a return to life

A cold rain showers from the sky

A process begins as old as the sky

Slowly, deer embark on their trails

Trees gain back their life

Leaves begin to grow on them

And nature is once again green

In the old forgotten grove

At the end, all of them remember the green

The life they had, their blazed trails

In that grove where trees cloak the sky