Alone

The thunderstorm
comes rolling in,
stuck somewhere
I’ve never been.

Stuck in the
hands of nature's care,
held in the arms of
a snow white bear.

Under the trees
I sit and stay,
In fallen leaves
I drift away.

Oceans lap against
the shore,
among the trees
I am no more.

Tripping and stumbling
through the sand,
where water and land
go hand in hand.

Salt and water
together mix,
erasing everything
land, sand, and sticks.

A thousand years
of constant motion,
Tearing land in
to the ocean.

A long walk
across the shore,
the waves crashing,
like before.

Good-bye
I say,
then slowly
I melt away.

Sitting in a rolling field
of tall uncut grass,
waiting for the storm to come,
waiting for it to pass.

Companionless in the field
under the sun,
Closed off from the world
alone with what I’ve done.

The black storm clouds shift
and leave me in shadow,
no one cares
that I know now.

The skies once blue
now turn gray,
though I wish there was
I have no other way.

Now I’m gone
finally done,
in this last place
watching the setting sun.

Good-bye you say,
as I watch you slip away.