the weight of the forest.
thickness of the forest,
it's layered with leaves and
sticks and acorns - leaving
the feet heavy beneath the
weight of its waste - or its
necessary shedding of weight.
somehow, those pair of feet keep
lugging through, as they are too determined
to allow the shedding of the forest to stop its
desired journey - its journey that's been hoped for
and long awaited, it refuses to stop,
they continue to move.
they continue,
to move.
