Mystified

As soon as the sun hit the ground and the moon hit the sky,the winds wind wailed between distorted trunks carrying the sickly stink of wood rot.they walked faster ignoring the sticky mud that caught there jeans,the damp leaves that grimed to their skins.the fog seen afar brought a vision of cataracts to them.every sound made back and forth made them turn and rotate.the trees stood utterly still like statues in a lving museum where no leaf dared to fall then suddenly....................