The Sunken

As he was walking through the forest gazing up at the sky, he fell into a puddle of quicksand. The trees in the forest ached as they watched him sink slowly. Rooted to the ground, so near but yet so far, there was nothing that they could do but their hearts bled deep.

He struggled for a while, but then he kept still. Inch my inch, the sand sucked him in. From his waist, to his neck to his lips. He said a soft prayer, and closed his eyes.

The trees wept for him, but he never knew. The sadness lingered around the forest, slowly as the trees started to shed their green leaves and wither away. Autumn was ending and winter blanketed, but will spring promise them brighter days?