The forest ended, I'm out. Glad I was to feel the light, but, I don't know what is in front of me !

To feel the light,
and not hear the hum
of bees, from where ?
And smell the dying grass
and the sweet mint,
because I had come to an
end.

Here was both road and inn,
the sum of what's not forest.
But 'twas here they asked me if
I did not pass...
Yesterday this way ?
Not you ?  
Queer.'
Who then ?
Who knows ?
Lets prepare for the worst,
and hope for the best...