THE OLD FOREST'S END


  The wind caressed my ear
As the forest drew near
Whispering things to come

It said the old forest's eyes
Grow dim as it dies
And his heart's a fading drum

But before he goes
He wanted me to know
That someone would take his place

So I said with a smile
After waiting a while
"So he's come to the end of the race"

Well his time was due
And when I looked I knew
That what it said was true
And the smile faded from my face

His trees were gray and
Their leaves blown away
He had lost his beauty and grace

Then I bowed my head
And listened to what he said
As the tears rolled down my face

He talked real slow
Cause he wanted me to know
These words which he spoke to me

And though he had no clue
I already knew
His time had come finally

Then he faded away
And with him the gray
He was nowhere that I could see

And though I searched all around
He was nowhere to be found
But then I realized

The old forest now was me



©2000 Adam Wiemers


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