You are a vicious squirrel,

looking around the trees for the delicious nuts, as tasty as a piping pizza – hot fresh out of the oven.

You are a woodpecker,

 pecking at the trees hoping that something interesting will pop out.

You are a hazelnut, 

spinning in the moonlight against the pitch black sky.

You are hibernation,

 sleeping in the dark days of December, January and February. 

You are a leaf,

 twinkling in the sky like a beautiful diamond.

You are the wind,

 howling in the night like a grey wolf.

You are a hidden bush,

 ready for your ripe red berries to be picked.

You are a forest,

 nature crawls  in between you hoping to find a home for their family.

You are grass,

swaying in the cold wind like a building  in a hurricane.