How many stanzas does this poem have? It's quiet when I enter the forest,
Leaves crunching beneath my feet
Wind softly rustling the treetops,
Their limbs dancing silently
As the sun gently peeps through
To keep watch over me.

As I step farther into this world,
It comes alive with sound,
For they know I'm here;
The woodland dwellers—
Chirping, croaking, skittering, peeping
As the forest awakens.