They are waiting, for us as we linger
On the outskirts of waning forest,
that seems to have no future abreast.

Slowing down, as we try to enter,
The ghostly sounds make us shriek,
the sound of the life , once a mystique.

As we continue to follow the sunken trail,
the sounds finally stop, and a silence follows,
with no trace of the wind that blows.

While walking, as I step on a twig,
it carries me along to it's happy past,...