Favourite Forest

In a forest grow many a tree;
The animals roam about feeling free.
The sun there, barely shines
Its rays are stopped by thick vines.
In there, are many tribes unknown,
Out of which some prefer to stay alone;

Unmindful of the modern techniques,
They reside in hidden, lonely peaks.
The trees there, stand upright,
To bear hardships with all their might
The birds in search of food, fly high;
In the vast blue expanse of sky.

Animals there are of many kinds,
A mouse tries to keep all its finds;
And this is what a forest is
With all the animals, birds and tress,
Those who do not know this,
Something they really miss!!

NOTE: This poem appeared in the newspaper "The Statesman" dated "Thursday August 3, 1995"