Lost

Lost Tumbling Across the pebbles Nature Flows. Burbling And glistening In the Cloudy afternoon. Alone she lies By the Creek In a lonely wood. Telling The tale of Her love, On paper. Sadness Plays upon Her Silent face. The white gown Is stained With her Grief and sorrow. The quiet leaves Blow around Her as She is gone. Her love Has been Made down In true form. It rests In a wooden boat, Gently and lost Down the stream.