Forest Mist

The woods whispers voiceless, 

noiseless

as the Mist drapes 

chestnut, ebony

playing peek-a-boo 

with the cedars and sandalwood

 

The Forest basks in

a passive state of a lively dream

unhurried, nestled in its essence

only for the momentary state of quiet

to be broken by footsteps

in an active state of realizing

an immediate purpose..

The Mist parts but doesn't clear

the Forest stirs, suddenly awake

the footfall only grows

hurried, even more

The forest wonders for the umpteenth time

the reason for this haste..

while the Mist's knowing laughter echoes

as it settles in

watching the Sun rising up higher

the meaning of eternity

sums up to a chain of events and results 

for them

while an unending fight for existence

for others like us..

P.S. 

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