Walking In The Woods

Walking in the woods,
silently on tip toes..
veiled eyes marking my trail
their piercing gaze sending shivers down my spine,

                                                                                                 
Walking in the woods,
the tall stately tree  looks far ahead in the sky
knows not who treads, what lies in wait beneath...
shuffling of tiny feet,largely unnoticed,

Walking in the woods,
the old Banyan sits like a matriarch,
nesting birds a midst serpentine creepers
Strange feet weary from their  tread resting underneath,

Walking in the woods,
the wild roams, albeit with restrain
the laws are their own ,own rules to follow..
to live and let live ,never to tame.

Walking in the woods,
dwarfed by the might of the untamed,
I bow down my head ,humbled..
for I am, but a mighty speck...