Hues of differing grey.

Nighttime dresses down from day

Into many shades of black,

Where star shine lacks.

The enlightened majesty

Blocked by leafy canopy,

Branch and twig crisscrossed

Brightness whitewashed

By darkness.

And in this starkness,

Lumber 

Slumbers.

Deathly quiet, it seems,

There’s no life, but it teems.

Creaks and groans

Shrieks and moans.

I wonder,

Whilst I wander

Along this newly trodden path,

Through bush and grass,

The question that quickly springs to mind

How did forests thrive before humankind?