I sat down on the red bench on a chilly
November day and looked around,
Everything that I saw reminded me of the year that i was in
5th grade,

I hear the tree’s leaves rustle in the wind,
it sounds like they’re whispering to their friend’s,
The waterfalls make soothing little sounds,
That would make someone’s head go round and round,

CHIRP.
CHIRP.
Was the sound of little baby birds ready for dinner,
You could hear squirrels running about on branches, and collecting nuts,
Getting ready for hibernation,

All of the leaves surrounding this place made it look like a colorful wonderland,
It makes you want to go inside the forest’s trap,
And for the outer world to never go back.