SHADOWS

The branches stood hand in hand;

Green forest without path,

Beautiful yet silent and wild.

What can't be seen through is great risk.

Has the forest forgotten?

Or, the soil felt betrayed?

Was it the feet that first said goodbye,

That stand, today, with no view of the future?

Unknown future; Uncertain today,

Living in yesterday's dream;

Hoping for breath to continue.

The forest's feet - the beginning

Of an obscure journey....

©Poet Phynerwrites.