In the heart of the forest, where shadows lay,
On the darkest days, where sunlight stray.
The trees stand tall, their whispers hush,
In the silence, the world seems to crush.

"Life is a journey," so they say,
But on these days, it's a disarray.
The river of life, once clear and bright,
Now mirrors the moon's pale, ghostly light.

The wind carries tales of joy and strife,
Echoing the harsh realities of life.
"Into each life, some rain must fall,"
But...