I wonder who lives here!
Do you see the little huts?
The trees fell and pine needles cut
Now it looks like an old thatched roof
But who lives here?
We have no proof!
Maybe a raccoon chose this for his home
Or a bear looking for some honeycombs
They look like little hobbit holes
A place to live for old souls
Like a simple cottage made of green things
Until a wizard shows up asking about a ring
Not all who wander are lost they say
But maybe it takes being lost
Just for a day
To see what things of nature can be
Not just messy twigs and leaves
