The day breaks
calm, mysterious
as a sliver of gray creeps in unnoticed.
Leaves part from cautious hands,
the dewy morning staining the intrepid wanderer
Nature takes flight
as the gray commands the sky
Footsteps thunder past, the sharp
thud thud thud thud crash
as foot meets root and you sprawl,
lay on the unforgiving wooded floor
now mocking, dark and cold,
your attempts to be king.
You are small at the mercy
of the sky