Search a lost plane

A silver bird against the green, A tiny speck, no longer seen!

Lost Plane

Deep in the forest, old and vast, Where sunlight dappled shadows cast, Trees like giants, tall and strong, Where secrets whispered, all day long, Lived Searcher, brave and full of glee, Ready for any mystery!

With trusty map and compass bright, Searcher set off with all their might. Through tangled vines and mossy stones, Heard rustling leaves and eerie moans. Past babbling brooks and hidden caves, braved the forest's leafy waves.

He swung on vines like a monkey bold, A story waiting to unfold. He followed clues, a broken branch, A crumpled map upon the ranch. He spoke to squirrels, to owls so wise, Searching the forest with hopeful eyes.

Then, glinting through the leafy screen, A flash of silver, sharp and keen! A wing, a tail, a familiar shape, The lost plane nestled, like a grape Within the vines, all safe and sound, Upon a patch of grassy ground!

No pilots there, no sign of crew, Just mystery hanging, fresh and new! The plane was empty, a silent shell, A story the forest would never tell. But Searcher smiled, their task complete, The lost plane found, a victory sweet!