Wandering

Through the meadows across the plains Over mountains and fields of grain With no companions to lead the way Where life blooms and fades away Flowers wilt and leaves fall When cold north winds answer the call The green turns orange but still he walks With slow confused and thinking thoughts To lose the love that he adores Of family, friends, and sad neighbors All at once his world did fall But time wears on without a loll The memories flash through his head Of flickering fires over fed Of panic, confusion and worry With no thought but hurry And now he’s sure he didn’t once think Of family roaming alone in the brink But worst of all, the question is Can he live with what he missed?