The Petrified Forest Poem by White Tiger

I went walking through
This forest of gold
I found a path
Of which my ancestors told

All around me
Were bushes and trees
But there was something odd
Within the leaves

The stems were rotten
To the core
The branches kept falling
The deeper, the more

I wanted to enter, but did not dared
I only stood there, and nervously stared
The shadows kept moving, as the sun glared
The moon soon shined, as if the night cared

I took a step back, then left the scene
This petrified forest, was losing its green

Until one day I discovered
The echo shifted
And this petrified forest
No longer existed.


C. Vergara
11.08.2014