Alone In the Forest

The rhythm of the stream nearby and the grazing sound of the deer were the finest music I had ever heard. I could still see the glimpses of the cutest cheetah cub,who came as a refugee and the malicious monkey and its wavy long tail. Those were the good old days where the, migratory birds perform meteoric murmuration, before roosting on my arms . In pursuit of the streams round me; in hunt of the deers and cheetah, I was about to inquire my neighbors, later savvied I was lingering there all alone, I sobbed like a missed child, gazing at the sky, with a vacuous mind. Suddenly an endemic bird landed on me and said I am the last tree of this forest.