The Pyle Inside

Thousands of lines that cover the sky,

Some reaching thousands of feet high.

All misty in the weak sunlight,

So delicately weaved.

Trees standing mighty and tall,

Supporting the countless branches.

They shadowed the dewy ground,

Creating gaps of light from above.

Branches that had shed their leaves,

Now climbing up the sky for comfort.

Another adventure had begun,

Each exciting than the last.