Stepped into a woodland of no woods,
No woods, no green, no chirps.
I wondered, where all they’ve escaped,
Why fled and abandoned the holy abode.
Before I miss more of aliveness,
A frogga jumped from no way, tapped my toe.
I suppose, it’d be from time machine,
As sight stood solely barren!
No water around, but into its deep eyes,
Cried for water, land, green,
Chirps, woods, wild, rain.
Such grievances in two eyeballs were seen.
The untold stories, burning agonies,
It cried that all in just a sigh, and
Made me realise, it wasn’t the frogga crossing my way,
Rather was me, crossing the ever existing forest.
(16:00)