Forest, skys and cream buns

I see a forest With red and green leaves As I stare at the forest It stares back at me My brother say's it's creepy The trees bent over look however so sleepy I look around yonder To see my cream bun It's sticky It's icky It looks very fun How can a cream bun look fun I don't know, this poem is nearly done I wash my hands when I'm done The sun is bright As I see it in sight My brothers are talking As people are walking Cars go by But not into the sky That would not be very wise Written by Indigo