VI
The brown bark
And green leaves
Golden sunshine
Through the canopy cracks
Like…
Something is lost
Through each step I take
Something is lost
That I may never get back…
Something…
Something…
Millenia of memory
Chop of an axe
One tree, two tree
Three tree,
Forest…
Brown bark
And the green leaves
Silver moonlight
Through the canopy cracks
Like a…
A…
…
A Life in Poems 