Poetry

Searching by Daniel Weatherby

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Lightless rays of the sun shine
Through silent leaves of aspen.
Breath of leaves falling from the pine.
Grass floors tread but not ashen
Trails forgotten but walked with passion.
Fled from the dreary forest,
Away with all compassion.
How the birds leave to dust,
The end that can only hasten.
To leave me alone with what I must.
Forever the trees will surround
My heart that begs for release.
The earth will fill my soul with a sound;
A fragment of song searching for
Another piece lost upon the shore.