Woods

 Dingling dangling  on  the land

Varieties of trees  many

Some point straight upwards,O my!

Not look at any

 Look for  stars in the sky

Reach for all that is high

Standing alone day and night

Grows inch by inch too high

 Some fall down , sweep the ground

 Like a  maiden’s long hair

  Soft and silky leaves

  Bring sweet fragrance in  air

But for the flowering trees

 And the kind of lovely birds

The woods decorate  wild and wide

   It is mother nature's rich plumes

Or the Sun and sand,  more dry land

 Everywhere  at hand

 Far  away for eyes  to s ee 

 Would   only be desert