Land of trees - January 18

The land of trees
has been empty of late
empty of leaves
and trails left untrodden

Today I went back
on my own this time round
and the trees were asking
just you now is it?

No reply I would give
as alone I was not
but alone I had come
for that way it must be

The land of trees
stood still, boughs unbending
awaiting the return
of two, perhaps