Flipped coins, spinning across the wilderness of wanderings Slowing down into oblivion Perhaps, stillness Going deeper into the woods Listening to the silence, Beating hearts yet lost A sense of getting by and through the journey Just when I stopped walking, I saw the reflection of the sun peeking through the trees And the scattered crunchy leaves falling around, Like the seasonal transition of lives The sight of another traveler was seen, Witnessing the forest The writer is a graduate from the Lahore School of Economics with a passion for reading, writing and poetry. She can be reached at mariamsaeedkhan@gmail.com and tweets at @mariamsaeedkhan Published in Daily Times, November 12th 2017.