Cold fog blew past us,

The tall trees towering over our frames,

Our shoes squelched with mud and dust,

But we needed to find inspiration, that was our aim.

Birds chirping in the distance,

Frogs ribbiting near the river,

This place was their very existence,

Although it made me shiver.

I watched as the leaves cascaded from the trees,

Some trees were lonely, I could practically hear their pleas.