The Forest Path

January 30, 2010
A dirt road winding through the forest
Moss and clover grow every way there is
Spruces, and pines, and ferns fill the backdrop
Small twigs and old leaves are felt under my feet
The cold, crisp air is filled with the scent of trees, with life
Birds sing high above my head, of what I cannot begin to understand
Hundreds of baby saplings begin their lives beside the path
The old bark on the trees is rotting, filled with living moss and mold
Bright mushrooms grow in rings within beds of wildflowers
Droplets of water cling to every leaf, every flower, every mushroom and moss colony
An adventure in the forest, the unknown before me, life beside me
Cold mist slithers across the ground, swallowing the smaller, emphasizing the large
Before me, a drooping wall of mist swallows the path
I touch it, wondering where it will take me
Through it I go, following the forest path

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