Rushes and rambles and racing fast,
Mysterious auras and shadows cast,
Dark and dull sensations lumber,
Hollowing and whistling winds, no rest or slumber.
Deeper and profound at a glance,
Daunting and murky, eerie stance,
The saplings sway and veer from side to side,
Stream courses and flows to hide.
To hide what’s present and perilous within
A step closer and the obscurity dematerializes.
Not everything is malevolent at glance,
I am a forest, not a slaughterhouse.
