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
