Beauty Of The Forest
By Sophie Abell, Year 8, Sawston Village College

Gracefully I soar
Towards faraway lands
As though the world can be held
In the palm of my hand
Over oceans I glide
In the peaceful moonlight
I am one with the tide
As I fly in the night

If only I was freed from my chains in the ground
I am trapped in the earth all year round
Thorns are my swords
And leaves are my shields
I spread colour and love
Through meadows and fields

My creaking branches bend and break
I patiently watch
As the forest awakes
Alone everyday
I sway in the breeze
My only companions
The insects and bees