The Rebounding of Nature

Stuck in the enigmatic woodland,

the eerie moon follows me by an invisible strand.

Uncanny ravens croak a conundrum,

oh where shall I find the light from?

The sullen fog creeps around the leaves.

A belladonna sings, her sorrow grieves. 

Anguished wolves cry copiously.

Tainted earth full of decaying debris.

The lengthy crooked path extends.

Devils chop towering trees that descend

Shimmering light; nowhere to be found,

oh when will the darkness rebound?

But then, trees of the willow appear

In a trail full of vivid plants so clear.

a trail as surreal as a lucid dream.

I’m finally here; the medicine to my self-esteem.