Following the Green

She stands staring into the forest
But the Hunter has departed
He has vanished deep
Into the Heartland
Into the woodland
She could follow though
She would not find a trace
He has passed through and
Passed on
A shade of movement
Silent Undetected
No pathway scuffed by his two feet
No leaf or branch disturbed
There is no trace
There is no trail
He has passed through and
Passed on