Wandering the forgotten forest tagged in red,
The noise ceases for today.
Leaves have not fallen, and never will.
A life, frozen in time, enveloped in stillness, breaths again,
The forest breaths, fluttering strips of red, fresh-cut blood evident on the fallen.
Dying bugs drowning in the sap buzz angrily their faults,
And the faults of the forest.
For what was once a home is now nothing more than a reflection,
Shattered a hundred times.