A silver lining

Pachachuli peak and starry night in munsyari

Into the woods awaits a darkest night,

A night that ages colder and tireless,

With soft smell of fog trapped amongst the trees,

The only light is of millions of stars,

Veiling behind the occasional clouds,

The tall mountains whisper in silence,

Are alive with the snow running through their veins,

The path ahead is trail-less, yet ascertains

A pint of hope draped into bleakness,

Ahead I go to find a nothing,

Forest was dark, I was numb,