Through the ethereal light
The trees hold secrets between them.
The darkness in the forest invites
Creativity, mystery, mischief.
New streams have wound their way
Through the forest and the fields
And hide new playgrounds for the bullfrogs.
The recent rain spatters on the path.
Secret quiet green journey.
Clouds pass by above, alternating
The dark and light of the setting sun.
This voyage began long ago
And it will not end for a long while hence.
In the meantime, the ethereal light