Bald cypresses bar
chance of an easy
glimpse toward its depths.
Hiding behind
feathery shroud
moves a world lost.
A place out of
time.
Impervious
to the progress.
Trails try to crack,
but fade easily.
Death and darkness
are thought to dwell
in these waters.
Not so, life bursts,
spills around knees
of these old trees.
