A Piece of Rainbow Blooming in a Gray Landscape

 A forest mirror reflected not just my path, but my journey. In its silence, I found questions—and gentle answers within myself.

Walking through a forest path, I came across a round mirror.

At first, I tilted my head—why was there a mirror here?

On a quiet trail where cars rarely go,

the mirror stood, reflecting more than just the road.

The forest in the mirror felt deeper, richer.

It seemed to separate from the world, holding silence.

And within it, I saw myself—

pausing, lost in thought.

This mirror didn’t just show what’s behind—

it brought back the time I had passed through.

Some might call it a safety tool.

But for me, it was a gentle question:

“Is this path okay?”

“What do you look like when you look back?”

I looked at myself from afar.

I was walking harder than I thought,

enduring more than I realized.

Though we walk forward,

sometimes, we need to look back.

The forest never speaks,

but in its silence, answers emerge—

rustling leaves, earthy scents, bird songs.

They all seem to say:

“You’re doing fine.”

“Take your time.”

The mirror stood at a curve,

quietly watching,

reflecting the fleeting yet precious moment.

And it told me—

It’s okay to stop.

To rest.

Because we’re all walking

through our own forest.