In the whisper of leaves, where secrets entwine,
A path made of echoes, a trail undefined.
Rusted and gleaming, a bridge to nowhere,
Or perhaps everywhere, if you dare.
The woods sing of memories, both distant and near,
Of laughter unspoken, of twilight's sincere.
With each step a heartbeat, a rhythm, a rhyme,
Floating through time as the shadows chime.