the woods are quiet here

still where the forest runs deep

trees grow tall

and little light


large canopy

i imagine i could sit

wait here for days

prop on a boulder

and ponder life's ways

truths would sink in

at the heart of this place

and as i decide

yes, i will stay

the smell creeps in

and i remember

this is death's place

it's their time for peace

as they sleep in shadows

lids closed

eyes open

they have their answers

i turn to leave

as i am intruder here

trespasser on peace


Cover Photo by Author

Rebecca is a writer who thrives on change. She’s always looking for her next adventure, next story, and next snack. She is originally from upstate New York, but is currently exploring the pura vida lifestyle in Costa Rica. Follow her adventures on Instagram here: