Poem: The Curious Squirrel

In the forest, agile and quick,

With a bushy tail, so fine and thick,

The curious squirrel plays and leaps,

Through branches high and valleys deep.

In search of nuts, it scurries around,

With tiny paws that barely make a sound,

Up the oak tree, it swiftly climbs,

Exploring every nook and finding all kinds.

Its fur a blend of red and gray,

Glistening in the sun's warm ray,

Eyes bright with mischief and glee,

This charming creature, wild and free.

Bounding through the meadow green,

With energy that's rarely seen,

The squirrel dances a joyful ballet,

In nature's own grand cabaret.

So if you see a flash of red,

Or hear a chatter overhead,

It's the squirrel, so dainty and spry,

In its woodland home, soaring high.

Let us learn from this furry friend,

To explore, discover, and never pretend,

That life is a grand adventure to behold,

Just like the stories that nature has told.

So next time you're feeling low or blue,

Look to the squirrel and what it can do,

To remind you to play, leap, and climb,

And embrace the world, one branch at a time.