The wind and trees begin to move.

The dark crevices between the wall of trees,

You know and see its purpose.

But do not go near

For fear of a truth left from

A lost people.

She moves slightly closer

To peer into the tiny, black holes

And loses herself again.

The wind starts moving her body for her,

Like a spirit leaving the body,

But only for a moment,

So she can catch her own breath.