lonely wooden bench

In the heart of a barren forest, amidst layers of fallen, dry leaves, stands a lonely wooden bench. The tree trunks, bare and somber, seem to whisper stories from long-forgotten times. The sky is blanketed with heavy clouds; a quiet, overcast afternoon that hushes everything around. The bench waits… perhaps for a passerby, perhaps for a thought, or maybe just for silence. It is a simple wooden refuge, a witness to the forest’s solitude and stillness.