A silver blue light
Dimly illuminates the forest path
The moon hangs hidden
Behind the thick black trees
What season it was here
I could not be certain
But the air was chilled
And the muted colors surreal
The very trees seemed to breath
Exhaling long forgotten secrets
I continued on the forest path
That seemed to twist before my eyes
Losing all sense of direction
I sat at the root of a Gilrod tree
I closed my eyes and listened
Hearing a strange yet familiar tune
It was the humming of the Earth
That sweet and ancient song
The sound one can only hear
In the deep places of the world
That long ago
Have been forgotten