by Rick Williams
Carefully, I choose my steps
and curse my choice of shoes
for hidden under rotting leaves
rocks and mud confuse.
It seems the farther that I go
along the forest floor
the more I notice little things
and the more I must explore.
I stop to listen, I look around
It's like I'm not alone;
my sounds seem strangely amplified
and they bother the unknown.
The pathway stretches eerily
through the dripping, silent trees.
I feel like I'm intruding here
and all the foliage sees.
It's odd how much that feeling
is more prevalent today.
It's like the rain that trickles down
gives trees much more to say.
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