Walk through the forest at midnight
on a summer's night,
it will speak to you in ways
not many can comprehend

The trees will whisper
their leaves will beckon you,
dirt clings to your feet
and begs you to stay

But walk through the forest at midnight
on a winter's night
when the forest is a graveyard

The voices will be hushed,
they are frozen
in time
until next spring
when they will tug at your soul
again.