In the forest’s depths, where mud and leaves entwine,
A solitary path, of footprints divine,
A journey taken, by one alone,
Through the wilderness, where secrets are sown.
The mud receives, the weight of each stride,
A temporary mark, where the traveler resides,
The forest’s silence, a companion true,
A path unwinding, for me and you.
The footprints fade, as the seasons pass by,
But the memory stays, of the journey’s sigh,
A testament to, the solo roam,
In the muddy forest, where solitude finds home.
