The forest is alive
In the morning its sleeps
At night it thrives
Some things creep
I am the Lorax guardian of the trees
I am the strongest Elve here
But don’t forget about oversized Bees!
The branches pluck and pull you like they are puppeteers.
But when shadows disappear
The tree’s dare bother come near
We hide during the day
Because the forest is truly not a place to come and play
The Elves party from night to dawn
However when every tree begins to yawn
All the Elves are packed up and gone