Allow what is sown to grow
The fertile seeds to sprout
To sturdy trees flourishing
On the forest surface throughout
Shedding offspring on the ground
For chipsmunks and squirrels to prowl
And spread around
And burrow where the sun sheds down
Against pockets of mountain pine
White oak, striped maples
Climbing with quiet determination
The heights they are able
To find day light
In their wake make shelter for critters
Vertebrates, birds and insects
Catepillers hatch to flitter
In color, a subtle beauty
Becoming truly enticing
In every nook and cranny hiding
The canopy is so inviting
Let it strive.
To Be Frank: 