The Poverty Of Trees

Prone, reaching and vulnerable
I look up to the heavens
still searching for the answers,
answers that will never be
I walk alone in silence,
my company, the naked trees

Robbed of snow by naked sun
left with simply mud, alone,
to slosh up against the soles
of my aching, lonesome feet;
awed by silence that murmurs
of time slipping far away
I walk in silence, just me
and heaven, and naked trees

Weary and restless without
and within, I have no strength
left with which to cry aloud
while if a teardrop falls here
in the forest, none around
in honesty it never
no it never makes a sound
so I march, somber, muted
looking up into the trees

Naked like me: we shiver
we shiver as though one.

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