The Crying Forest

Winds whisper

Or cry

Or are they echoes

They carry from somewhere lost in time

Waiting, hoping

But never hearing

For how can one hear

What has been silent for eons

Rains fall

Or stream

They are but tears

From eyes more immense than we can imagine

Looking, searching

But never finding

For how can one find

What has been lost for eons

But if one listens

He can hear

For voices can carry far

Hiding in raindrops

Riding the wind

Seeds of life

Implanted in their souls

Longing, hoping, looking

For another chance

A new life

Far away

From the crying forest

The

Dying

Forest

© June 25, 1983