Forever Forest (A little poetry)

Black rivers over white hills with brown bushes along the banks.
These woods are so familiar
Because I walk them everyday.
The last leaf has fallen from the branches.
The forest floor is covered with maroon and grey.
Strange shadows cast in front of me
By the slowly fading rays.
These woods are so familiar
Because I walk them everyday.
My footprints leave no trail
My path goes array
Stranded in this falling forest
Unable to get away.
There is a darkness cascading upon the canopy
The sky no longer above.
I can look up to the heavens
Only just to shrug
Find a place to calm my feet
Unable to finish the trek
These woods are so familiar
Because these are where I rest.