Forgotten

The sun is shut out here, struggling thru each
Nook and gap within a tapestry of leaves.
No breeze to suffer. No breath to steal.
Only a paths to seek and to be engulfed in green.

Find me.

The sky has yet to be written.
And they do not harbor me.

Reviews

[The Cougar's Den]

Within a tapestry of leaves...I like that. Very visual, and yet seemingly melancholy at the same time.
Great write.