Lush forests, where secrets dwell,
Between two towns in Colorado,
Dolores and Mancos, a tale to tell.
Spruce trees rise, a green embrace,
A winding road, a tranquil space.

Only twenty minutes, yet time stands still,
Lost in the woods, a quiet thrill.
Familiar paths, yet doubts arise,
Did I stray? Are there hidden skies?

Each drive is a journey, a whispered call,
In the heart of the forest, I find it all.
Envious trees guard stories untold,
In their shadows, I feel bold.