Footsteps In the Forest

She walked Through the forest Alone but never lonely. The moonlight shards Reaching between the trees, Needling through to the ground. Silent but for her bare feet On the forest floor, Leaves crisp and dry. The slight warmth Radiating from the ground Penetrating her soles, her soul. The scent, must emanating. The bracket fungus clinging Tight to the fallen giants. Trees taken by mighty light, When rain covered the floor And the sky rang with thunder. As she walked slowly on Approaching a clearing The moon shone bright. Turning her face to absorb the energy needed for the month And once more she was fulfilled.