Into The Forest

The smell of musty undergrowth,

The sound of twinkling laughter from the stars.

The taste of adventure,

The feeling of exploration,

The first one to see.



Am I the first one to see?

The first one to hear that laughter?

To taste the fresh, intoxicating feeling of

exploration, of adventure?

No, not I.



There must have been others before me.

What happened? What changed?

What changed.....................



Now I smell meat, dead meat.

Now I hear sneering, laughing of

stars, jeering, jeering.

The taste of fear is a surprising sensation

on my tounge;

Now I feel sweat upon my brow.



What happened? What changed?



What changed.......................................................





M.s.