Though Trees Walking

Lost I walk through dark silent forest where no breath of breeze does rustle leaves sunlight muted comes down softly muting colors and shadows soft In the distance quiet babbling of distant waters flowing by dark and moist goes a pathway trodden by many feet in the distance like soft mist flowing wisps of whiteness I behold shaping mist taut tight curving flowing lines I do see colors muted half way seeing hints of wonders I would see flowing onward from me leaving going on in still air seeking after to find the pathway to follow after where it might be