In The Forest

The smell of pine flows
Through the darkened forest.
The pine needles trinkle
To the moist, soft floor.
As the moon grows black,
The shadows of the monstrous
Trees leave dark shapes on the
Damp, crumpled wood.
Small creatures scamper through
The night searching for any food
They can find, and take it back
On their long journey through the
Maze of trees and fields.
With a memory that last a
Lifetime, they find their way home.