Mystique
Nature hides its secrets from us;
it always seems to be leading us towards something mysterious.
How many times, in the shade of a tree,
sitting on a grassy bench,
my gaze lost in the depths of the forest,
have I thought I glimpsed a strange shape,
an indescribable presence,
slipping stealthily between the branches,
then disappearing as soon as I approached.
Copyright © Kabutha Hempstone | Year Posted 2024
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