The Woods
The woods at night, a place of mystery and solitude, Where shadows dance in the moonlight, whispering secrets untold. I wander through the trees, my senses heightened, Listening to the symphony of nature's nocturnal song.
The rustle of leaves underfoot, a soft crunching sound, Echoes through the stillness like a heartbeat in the darkness. I breathe in the cool air, feeling it fill my lungs with life, As I lose myself in this world far removed from human strife.
The canopy above me sways gently in the breeze, A tapestry of stars peeking through gaps like diamonds on velvet. I raise my eyes to gaze upon their twinkling light, And for a moment, I feel small yet connected to something infinite.
In these woods at night, I am free from judgment and expectation, Just me and my thoughts wandering beneath an endless sky. My demons are quiet here amidst nature's embrace, And for once, I can simply exist without fear or haste.
But even as peace settles over me like a blanket of moonbeams,
I cannot escape the whispers that haunt me,
Reminding me that darkness lurks within every shadow,
And that even beauty can have its own twisted form.