Mist envelopes
What looked like woods
Dew rolls off
A green, leafy-hood
I know these woods
Like nobody else
They remind me
Of the story it tells
Of mist rolling in
Of the dew rolling off
Of the breeze running through
A luminescent drop-off
A quick top-view
Of the past, present, future
Doesn’t it speak to you
The cold, wispy rumor?
Mist envelopes
What used to be person
Enchanted woods
Don’t make this worsen
Give us reasoning, ancient good
Dew puddles up
The clouds on us do spit
As we search for your soul
It’s taken you, hasn’t it?