The Woods

A stroll in the woods
Is sure to make one calm
A nice little taste of nature
A lovely birdy song
But sometimes things can get spooky
And seem so out of place
Especially when a greenish color
Turns into a beastly face
And out from the bushes and trees
Appears many little monsters
And many giant beasts
Who seek to alert fear and sorrow
They never seem to feel joy
Not now and not tomorrow
So they run, yeah they chase
They haunt you at a speedy pace
Until the light shines on them
And exposes them to the crowd
It’s then that they are reminded
They’re not beasts but rather friends
They are free from all the dens
No longer captives of their grief
Such has fallen like a leaf
All because of their loyal Chief