Into the Deep Woods Square Wall Clock

"The trees stand quietly in a row
She clutches her cane
And walks down the path of shadows
Light flickers in the distance
No voices can be heard
Only the sound of her footsteps echoes
This forest is a void of memory
A place where the past breathes
Will she leave?
Or will she wait?
The answer lies neither in the wind
Nor in the mist
She simply keeps walking
Gazing into herself
Amid the darkness "