The Vanished

The Vanished It was not a forest more like a few forgotten trees by the road, they stood close together as seeking protection from vandals. Inside the day was dark and I heard twigs breaking off, but saw no birds or squirrels. Perhaps it was the spirits of the people who had lived here but had died out as the forest gave way to farm land and was reduced to dismal woods of evergreens that was helpless against agricultural progress. A way of life, beyond repair, as a dead language that is but whisper in the wind.