Where Dark Steps Lead
A poem

Those trees on the far horizon tall, forbidding, solemn, solid evidence of time and life, perseverance and survival — they whisper with sawdust tongues, inviting us to explore their mysteries the haunted darkness between their trunks thick with secrets we long to know.
But don’t forget: it is a forest, a body of root and branch, bark and leaf. It conjures dreams and promises wisdom, profundities we can only imagine or guess, while among its roots an ancient darkness waits our footfalls.
As we walk, gazing up, eyes led to the impenetrable canopy by deeply grooved bark, scored by years we only move deeper into the trap of not seeing where each step will inevitably lead.
