Crescent_Moon

You were lost in the void,
surrounded by unbreakable darkness,
stumbling blindly.

Bumping into the walls that trapped you,
tripping over your own feet,
you crawled on the floor,
one hand reaching out in front of you.

The leaves have turned
and turned again
to a nasty shade
of death

The wind blows 
through the branches
the dry leaves rustle
and then
let go

Hike down
the backyard hill
into the open plain