Leaves drift lazily as rain on the living soil, Crackling branches break an unreal silence. Fallen trunks lie buried beneath a carpet of velvet moss, The leaf-covered earth shifts as feet saunter on. Under the canopy of branches I view life in a different light, The brilliance of colours utterly entrancing. I steal the freedom offered for the moment, As I become lost. Every second worth being lost. I stand beside a solitary giant. And although I can not tell you its name, It leaves impressions of the past on its crumpled bark. Flowing tails of many stories since the day it sprang from the soil. I will soon disappear from the unreality of this freedom, The trees?