Forest life (edited to a Shakesperean sonnet)

Running hard in the big rocky forest,
and then it suddenly appeals to me,
that the spiritual growth of this vast place,
is always thriving like a living tree.
Animals that will eternelly run,
shape the environment that we live in,
all the humid wetlands and damp marshes,
protected by mother nature within.
Enormous plants and scraggly bushes,
they constently be so useful to us,
they breathe in the pollution,
and so we can evermore conclude that thus,
the whole forest is always alert, alive
all very hidden within, all which strive.