guardians of the forest

20140518_201357I am an intruder,
though the path before me
encourages that. pressed gravel
that crunches in the silence
disturbed by my stride.

further in, and I
hear the breeze
impersonate the
the moving brush,
and doves interrogate
the sound, but once still,
it cannot
be captured.

I am an interloper,
the light dims to the floor
where ancient secrets
fallen have decayed
with the years;
forgotten, though the trees in
their circumferences, remember
to punctuate the darkness
as I creep in, uninvited.

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