Forest Song

The forest was filled with oranges and reds,

Thick blackness was rising above the trees;

The creatures gazed over the scene with dread,

Each creature's head turn to see a strong breeze.

Smiles grew as rain drops fell to the ground,

Harder and harder, flames began to die;

Louder, as steam added on to the sound,

Flames grew lower as wings began to fly.

Chills blew through the land, as snowfall began,

The creatures all scattered to hide from the storm;

Here and there, as every little one ran,

One creature stood out, while in the transform.

I heard a song as I glanced at the moon,

The wolf sang with a graceful, peaceful tune.