Shadowed Woods

In shadowed woods where silence speaks,

Whispers echo of what was once meek.

Footfalls hushed, the earth sighs deep;

A lament for those we failed to keep.

Amongst the leaves,

A flicker of light;

A fleeting glimpse,

A fading sight.

The ghostly dance of a vanishing grace;

The threatened species,

A dwindling race.

Through ancient forests, they used to roam;

Now, whispers haunt their forest home.

Echoes of a time when they were kings;

Now, their future hangs by fragile strings.

Majestic beasts with eyes so wise;

Beneath the watch of endless skies,

Their numbers dwindle.

The world unsees

The fading heartbeat of ancient trees.