The Forest

Writing some arbit stuff based on my mood.. don't try to make sense out of it :\

The smoky forest stood there as ever so wet and gloomy

Coexisting with the endless tranquil river with its meandering ways

Some trees so tall and some frail, needing support, stood there as nothing ever changed

The lull so chilling and the silence so grieving

Towered by mountains all around were they

Sometimes it snowed and sometimes it rained

But they still stood there impasse

Did they ever talk or are they maimed forever..?

Are they not scared of the emptiness surrounding?

Voices is all that I strained to hear

Nights were even more eerie

Was the place haunted?

But they never seemed to complain..

Maybe they were content for they were at least together

For at least the river flowed by their side never failing to water them

For at least the sun shone on them, embracing their leaves with warmth

They seemed to say "we are similarly unique so together"

The same water seeps through our body and the same wind touches us all

Maybe that is how they talk..

For words are not the only means to communicate

An eternal bliss they seemed to enjoy quite oblivious to the world outside

To the wood cutter who would brutally cut them to fill his needs

Maybe this is why the mountain existed

Protected them from invaders and not to forget brought them the rain..

The life of the forest thus ran deep unoblivious to the world outside

But fitting everything together like a jigsaw

Each complimenting the other, creating a small world of their own.