The Supernatural

They asked me what i was but at the end of the day i couldn't reply,
 Recognised they say, my art was nothing but murky to them.
What did you capture i asked, they said the aesthetics the beauty and the reason of our lives,but me?
All i could capture were the dark broken branches,the barren lands and the dead tree.
 But how could i see what they saw? When all my eyes wanted to know were the mysteries inside those caves, those dark gloomy mountains and my children yet so brave hiding inside them.
Those once young souls and those Jins and those boars, i wanted to know the hidden meaning of the existence they had within