Sad Forest Poem by Vicky Iliaens

the forest weeps, yes the forest is saddened.
clouds form fogs and cover the trees in subtile drops of water,
creeks cross eachother, as sand rises up to smother
and leave trees hollow and waters so shallow,
I walk this woods like a faded numb shadow.

this forest weeps, it is saddened,
the eveningfall betrays the sunrise and the stars and moon disappear,
in the darkest silence I can hear
there is a horrifying scream deep inside the forest,
it can not sleep,
and as I keep on stumbling into the forest deep,
I find the trees that weep,

only following fireflies,
not noing where I am nor who I was before,
in a forest with only trees sounding like a squeeking door.

While kneeling down to the pine,
I find its roots in twine,
sand gets in my eyes and a needle stings my cold fingertips,
when I realize I'm lost, I'm cold.
So cold that I have blue lips.

This forest weeps, it is saddened
every tree, every branch is all thou shall see,
either dark and grey,
or as if we are swept away.
all is empty and the forest is sad,
it cries, it crunches
just as I stumble on these branches
they mourn, they mourn, we mourn.