The Storybook Forest...

a peculiar little bridge made of seven water stepping stones led me to a storybook forest that would remind anyone of home where the moss made a green carpet that was impossible to not follow and there was a different shade of sunlight that was looking through this hollow I felt as if I was caught in an old photograph that was finally found on a forgotten shelf and I was standing next to a dead knotted tree that looked as if it was still growing away from itself I then awoke from my dream and go on never knowing if this place was real or fake or if I only get to revisit it in the mystifying visions that taunt me before I wake