Pine trees sprout from the ground, 

Gnarled roots snagged into the earth

The bark grays with age while

Sap seeps between the crevices,

Leaving a sweet and earthy fragrance

The wind whistles through the wooded serene,

While the leaves cry and sing

Crickets chirp to join in their song,

And the birds don’t hesitate to caw along

Youthful cacti shelter beneath pine’s branches

They bloom glaring-yellow flowers,

Petals outstretched towards the sky,

Hoping for a high-five

The cones and needles of pine

Cloak the forest floor,

Amber in color and crestfallen

They no longer have their perch

Upon the bird’s earth

The leaves rustling up above are parakeet green,

Left peeking through the crannies are marigold beams

The faint glow illuminates the forest until the sun had dipped behind the trees,

Enshrouding the darkness and leaving the scene serene.