Ancient
By Amit T
Published 8 September 2022
The gentle tapping of rain
Frail singing of birds
The crunching and crackling of fallen leaves
Blown by the unforgiving winds
Dawn settles in, its shining warmth radiating over the forest
It wakes up the animals, their chorus piercing the silence
The vines creep over the land in their the snake-like appearance
Old as the earth, the trees tower as giants
Staring at the foot, a being so high and mighty
The weight of the whispers fall down like a blanket
Frozen as if locked in ice
The tree ignores my existence