Lost

Walk along the forest edge

From the outside it seems so peaceful

Autumn has turned the leaves into a patchwork quilt of reds and browns and

You can see shimmering pools of dappled sunlight

Collecting on the forest floor find a path leading in and

Venture through the gnarled tree trunks

But quickly realise that the forest is much denser than it

First appeared the tree canopy closes above you

Leaving you in darkness

The path beneath your feet has been swallowed up

By a carpet of dead leaves and moss

And

You are already lost.