There was this forest,tucked away in a lonesome corner,
Which could be found only by those,
Who really seek it.
The sun,
Bathing the green leaves in its golden shine,
He could see the patches of the shimmering yellow,
Glittering like diamonds through the dancing leaves.
The wind moving around his body,
Singing a long lost song;
Bringing back memories.
There was this softness in the air,
A feeling of serenity and tranquility.
But he could also feel the rage,
The anger,
The pain of wounds still bleeding.
Amidst all this he could hear a laughter,
In the distance,accompanied by
The sounds of swords of battles lost and won.
There is a smell of lurking danger in the air,
But the ethereal beauty of the forest has enraptured
His soul...
He moves cautiously,bent;
His bare feet touching the damp forest floor,
He could feel the forest living,
Breathing,all around him,
Ever watchful of his presence.
He wanders from tree to tree,
Touching the woody brown barks,
All have a story of their own,
He tries to see them all,
Feel them...
To live the moment of it
Tnd relive another memory.
The soul of the forest entwines around his heart,
Beckoning him,tempting him,
Further and further...
