The withered tree smiled at me
As pale leaf whispered preach
That death will come and life will go
And still you’ll be alone.
I shunned it away with a scratch of dust
and turned back to tell the crux
But eyes turned in and eyes turned out
I wished them here with no voice to shout.
The creeping silence and daunting foes
Kept me alive with pelted stones
Yet i stood, and raced the forest
And at the end, they all came calling.
The caveat gave me a brand new line
That life is a solitary shrine
No place is yours no human mine
And you are alone with no-one to cry.