In the wood, he stood still.
Wind surrounding him and the evening sun shone through the amber leaves
as if they were begging him to go home.
The forest has changed and is getting more darker with every step.
He has no business in these woods, still there's something calling him near.
The birds are no longer chirping, the sound of the living is silenced by the wind.
The boy inhales and breathes the forest's soul.
He ought to go home but now, just for a little while,
he lets the fest charm him and let the wind take him wherever he goes
as if it is calling him on his biggest adventure yet.
