The Woods

a poem about people...strange creatures they are

Deep inteh dark, dark woods
What will you find when you look?
Will you see a dark, lonely place?
A place where the only life is evil.
A place you could never visit and would die if you did.
Or would you see an enchanted place?
Full of chirping birds and musically crunching leaves.
And below you is a carpet of wildflowers
Deep in the dark, dark stranger
What will you find when you look?