Sweet,fresh cold breeze,
Here I am,standing in the middle of the forest,
Feeling alone and abandoned by the rest.
I walk,walk and walk,until I feel tired,
I seek,seek and seek but seems I'm a blind,
Nothing,nothing is all I can see,
Except that tall,tall tree.
So I sit under its shady leaves,
There,I opened up my grieves
Maybe,a single tree could understand,
Why I am pouring my tears on land.
Copyright © welvin templo | Year Posted 2016