Old Forest

Naked forest, withered, brown, You seem to cry without a sound For company and shelter from The scars of winter’s damage done But if I wander far from home, I’ll find you bare, and I alone; Beneath your limbs I’d wait in vain For you to speak, your leaves to change Too far apart do we now stand, But still I gaze upon your trees, Though I'm not welcome in your arms, And you won’t feign to care for me Threadbare, bent, and broken now, Hollowed out by snow and rain, You stand – a memory gone past Held captive only in my gaze I pray that when the spring returns, Your brush will glow, your branches shine, And flowers hidden far below Will bloom again, Both yours and mine.