The Green Forest By The Ancient Dolmen

             
           It's a windy morning, and i am on burning embers for a hike uphill; a pine perfume wafting with the breeze, An October wind has left a motion over the rocky hills,trees in waltzing enchantment under the magic spell of Pan's Flute,a few locusts,is what remained from a long Summer,      
skipping among the stems, and the weeds, with a joy that harbingers a very cold winter.Carpe Diem in Nature s' spirit        
                  
The pine forest ends where an open wide space is strewn with Dolmen,the past megalithic stones that exhale a prehistoric breath over the rocky hill;      
The deep past had left stone tombs and caves enshrined in the alter of Nature, now left to the wind and to the elements to carve with desolation and less care..    
                  
I felt the derelict beauty museum in a gaping void,screaming in the silence of a tomb,in the mercy of fate, and perdition, as the caw is the only voice that i can hear from the black crow, roaming over the place,                    
                   
An eerie vibe of fear, an ominous winged incantation, a smell of regressive pains,, a feeling i can't repress as all the rich past and its wealth has become a stone grave yard, left to wail over...                    
                   
But, they still are birds, a couple of thrush singing among the flat stones, skipping with swift pace, sending their cheerful voices, killing any sigh of desperation, that a flocks of birds is going to throng into the place and leave
more and more birds,a fort coming promlsing generation in the next Spring[/i]