The cold wind beckoned,
And caused the leaves to come alive,
Dancing around the bushes.
Rustling softy,
They fell
Golden
Brown
Red
From their branches
To join the piles below.
The trees were shedding at
An alarmingly fast rate,
Shivering their layers off
With every gust of icy air.
Their long, brown trunks showcased many
Knots
Twists
Turns
As they reached for the
Ominous grey clouds above.
The trees swayed in unison,
Shaking their branches
To silent music.
Even in the thickest part of the forest,
Where the trees have
Tangled their wooden arms togehter,
There was still a
Strong, undeniable sense of Loneliness.
A Whisper of forgotten moments
That I did not Dare disturb.