A shared secret: the Beauty of a hidden spot of nature: the lushness of the greens, the clarity of the blues, the simultaneous warmth and dampness of the browns, the austerity of the grays.
Fallen trees,
all grayed out beauty:
arching, reaching,
calling to us with their chimes
carried along the wind,
only dull and muted
like a murmur
moving through a crowd.