the woods

are green

and brown

a bone-chilling feeling sets in

is it the temperature

or fear

they call it a park

double rock park

this is no park

you feel stranded

in the woods

in an unknown state

suddenly

you hear it

trickle, trickle, trickle

splash, splash

roar

the stream speeding past

in front of you is

a rock

giant

and smooth

covered in moss

stream flowing about

tickling the moss

fluttering the fins of the fish

slowly

very slowly

wearing away the rocks

changing the streamflow

ever so slowly

those tall trees

touch the sky

but at the base

are covered in initials

engraved into the bark

75 years

and

2 months ago

the beauty

the calm

the serenity

is everlasting

until

skip, skip, skip, skip, plunk

the rock gently skips along the surface

“I GOT 4 SKIPS!”

screaming

yelling

but still peace prevails

scuffles among the leaves

is it a snake

or a squirrel

footsteps close behind you

am i in danger

who cares

you’re at peace