Darkness
The deep green of an old growth forest
Of climbing vines, reaching branches
Creatures lurking in the bushes
Unseen eyes prying
The soft tread of mysterious feet

This forest is ancient dark, and deep
Ageless, unknowable
You are a trespasser here
Young, small
Like this forest once was

The shift of something behind the leaves,
The dance of a fairy's wings
Dappled sunshine in a patch of woods
Dust motes float as creatures move
Eyes ever watchful