Brightly colored green pokes up between the gravel. Weeds and grass are slowly reclaiming the tracks through the forest floor. Gleaming steel of the tracks has long since paled and dulled... matching the color of the earth around. Hiding a path that once was. A path to somewhere new- a second chance at a new start... Hope... A path home, after being gone for far too long... Comfort returned... The once strong and steady wheels that carried those folks on their journey,  have slowed,  then stopped and hardened into place. Never to move again. The red rust makes sure of that. The carriages- once cozy and grand- are now naught but a skeleton. The grandeur scavenged, and a shell of what once was,  left to crumble under nature's wrath.  Faded memories of the past.