The Untold Story

The ground caressed my bare feet. Soft moss made my path through a forest as green as my eyes shined. Trees lining my path; light trembled through their leaves to bring life along the ground, yet those leaves shaded most of the light away, leaving light to pour from a non-existent sky to an almost empty ground. The woods end up ahead, but I yearn to stay. My feet turn under me, moss showing them the way back to my oblivion. One foot caught behind the other, but behold- a tree with a light so apparent falling upon me had broken my fall, and I was upright. My body pressed against it, a feeling almost electrical ran through my veins; the tree was feeding off of me. The bark snagged to my sheer white dress as I slowly sank back into a place slightly darker. My fingers ran against the soft cotton of my dress as my arms fell to my sides, bringing me inspiration to walk once more against my moss path falling into my personal wooded oblivion. One foot in front of the other, I walked along, nowhere to be or to go.

Cold drops fell from the light, which has since disappeared, though I did not catch its farewell. Along my neck, they fell down my dress onto my path, making the moss glisten with hopes of new life and shining with its very existence. Trees let go of their scent, sending it along my body and through the soft wind blowing my hair softly around me like a blanket. A place untouched by human nature, still left to grow; the scent of the wood driving me deeper and deeper along my path, praying for it to never end.

Wind rustled leaves to a song to which I found my body moving to, arms thrusting themselves into the air without consent, catching the glowing drops of rain and suddenly dipping to caress the moss as it has done for me all through this journey. The beauty of the song brought drops to my eyes, which fell and again made the moss against my feet shine.  I never had heard a better melody than that of the leaves tickling each other and laughing, holding on along their branches and catching raindrops as I do. This new sound, the leaves laughing, marked my place along my oblivion and clouded me as my feet fell deeper down my path.