I wind through forests, hills, and streams.
A ribbon of nature where hikers dream.
Follow my path and you will find,
views and vistas
that expand your mind.
I stand where paths twist and wind,
with whispers of nature
and secrets to find.
From rocky peaks to shaded glades,
seek me where the sunlight fades.
What am I, in the woods so grand,
where trails and adventure go hand-in-hand?
I dwell in shadows, soft and damp,
with a cap that often takes the champ.
No leaves or flowers, yet I grow.
On the forest floor I often show.
What am I that springs from gloom,
with a spongy head and a stalk to bloom?
In twilights grasp, I softly gleam.
A fleeting light, a ghostly dream.
I dance on fog and marshy ground,
with eerie glow, I can confound.
What am I, a spectral flare,
that flickers and fades,
leaving no trace there?
In the woods I roam
with a growl and a snarl,
you’d better beware;
look closely,
my name’s hidden with ease.
Blackness.
Everywhere.
Appalachian beast.
Running in the forest strong and free.
Malevolent, restless, wandering at night,
lingering, just out of sight.
To keep me at bay, some seek a hue.
I quietly creep with a hunger so vast
it never sleeps.
A spirit of frost and chilling dread.
I haunt the path that lies ahead.
Holding a fearsome glow
that stirs the night
where no wind blows.
