Though trees walking

by wakofoed

Lost I walk
through dark silent forest
where no breath of breeze
does rustle leaves

sunlight muted
comes down softly
muting colors
and shadows soft

In the distance
quiet babbling
of distant waters
flowing by

dark and moist
goes a pathway
trodden by
many feet

in the distance
like soft mist flowing
wisps of whiteness
I behold

shaping mist
taut tight curving
flowing lines
I do see

colors muted
half way seeing
hints of wonders
I would see

flowing onward
from me leaving
going on
in still air

seeking after
to find the pathway
to follow after
where it might be