Hums in a Silent Tune

The forest hums in silent tune, Beneath the pale hollow moon. The trees stretch high, but whisper low, Of things that only shadows know. The path is lost, the air’s still, A nameless voice calls through the chill. It lingers soft, then fades away, Like ghostly steps that never stay. Alone, but not — something remains, A fleeting touch in empty lanes. A presence felt, yet never seen, A memory of what has been…