• prateechee 52w

    The Woods

    She ran into the woods,
    As the dawn was followed by night.
    Slipped through her fingers,
    The blinding morning light.
    As she walked on,
    The trees lifted their hue
    For even the oldest tree,
    Longed for changes too.
    She kept running for months and seasons,
    When the wind grew crisp and chill.
    And through the cold, freezing water
    She kept on moving still.
    She, again reached the place where it all started,
    When she crosses the forest.
    There was no sign of change
    Nor she could have her peace at rest.
    She looked back towards the woods,
    Then again at the beautiful lake,
    Stood under the cloudy sky,
    Where the new day would soon break.