The forest
A world of depth and darkness and mystery.
The leaves shudder and wave,
Mocking us.
Proclaiming the secrets held within,
In a voice that must be seen, not heard.
The exposed leaves
Basking in the sun and its warmth.
Yet, inside it's dark and cold.
Protecting its treasures and
Secrets.
The vines keep their cold, desperate grasp on the trees, As if trying to keep them from telling their stories; Their ancient, aged stories from years long past.
Pieces of their knowledge.
Knowledge gained from the time spent watching;
Watching the world,
Watching life,
Watching Us.

Oh what secrets the forest could tell.

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