The Forest

The light pushed its way through the trees, 

sliding beneath the intertwining branches, 

from the never ending blue sky. 

It dappled the dirt path 

just like the little round pebbles

Creating a map

Of a different world.

The fern fronds grew tight,

Entangling with the bramble tendrils

In a thick blanket of unknown.

The river sparkled

Running smoothly around the bends

And over the rocks

Fish shimmering in its depths.

Then almost instantly,

It was gone.