Along in the forest, the bunnies hop and jump,

  skipping around the grass and the stumps.

 I see the trees, the flowers and leaves,

the birds in their nests, chirping in the breeze.

I look up at the birds, flying high in the sky,

and down at roly polies, just living their lives.

    The ants and the flies may bother us so,

but if not with us, then where else would they go?

 A turtle in the creek, a lake, or a puddle,

a fox, a coyote, and the babies they snuggle.