Waiting

Mild winter day
Clouds covering the sun
Barely holding the forest's shadows at bay
Constantly waiting for a chance

Silent green pines
Fill the air
Drawing ever closer to the line
Waiting ever patiently for the day

Cool winter breeze
Rustles brown leaves over yellow grass
Coming from trees waiting to seize
Seize the land of yesterday's lawn

Dark, dense forest
Holding secrets and lies
Leaving no witnesses
Waiting to tell tales of no end