Lost in the woods

 

The woods are a confusing space with many hidden things. As I enter, there is an abyss of trees. I find every tree has a relationship with my mind. Patches of flourishing and blossoming areas with pretty colors full of hope and growth. But also there are many dark and overshadowed areas, uninviting, overcast with darkness at a level of the soul. 

i find myself lost in the landscape trying to avoid the dark areas, but I find they are like cancer. Overcasting my bright areas, pulling me closer with whispers of grandeur. I must fight the pull of these false promises, as I know the darkness will overpower me if I were to give into it. I must keep to the hopeful areas full of brightness. They don't call me. They just silently offer hope, laughter and soulful peace. 

Martyn

The mist rolls across the field pushed from behind by the rising sun.  Gradually fading as the ground warms, revealing a city of green. The trunks of the trees stand guard at the edge of the forest protecting its inhabitants within. Bramble intertwines at the feet of the sentries restricting the entrance to this paradise.  Camouflaged within this barricade are hidden passages so the woodland creatures can pass. There is one path though, its entrance inviting, beckoning to be walked on and not strayed from. The shade within promising cool relief from the heat above. The path lazily meander through the forest. Its entrance disappearing behind the twist and bends, eventually opening into a beautiful meadow, filled with colour, its vibrant reds and blues, deep green and bright yellows creating a paradise lost, forgotten and undisturbed. 

Russell