The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But how many secrets can they keep?
They are filled to the brim with a
Dark magic, ethereal beauty mixed
With fear of the unknown.
I walk the path between giants,
Escaping to this other world,
A world away from all the
Pressure.
Find a meadow surrounded by friends
And lay staring to the sky,
Clouds slipping by into this
Framed wooded window.
Breathe.
Still.
Quiet.
Peace.
First line inspired by Robert Frost’s Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
It was lovely to spent time there with you. 😀