Branches entangle over my head,
Beneath my feet lay
Broken terrain with scattered turf.
Seemingly infinite trees encircle me,
Pulchritude from the muted
Greens and golds.
Desperate rays of the fall sun
Fight to peek their way through
The holes of the canopy of leaves.
In lieu of controversy
I found silence in the wind.
All that I was certain to adore.
But of everything I wanted
It had nothing in between.