Loss

Loss



Where the willows whisper as they blow is the presence of he,


Where the eagle wings stretch and soar thru the tree limbs is the presence of he,


Where the whitecaps churn into the sea is the presence of he,


Where the snowflakes drift down thru the clouds is the presence of he,


Where the moist, foggy dew wraps around the earth, is the presence of he,


Where soft, glistening lights cast shadows, is the presence of he,


Where the raindrops fall into muddled puddles of water, is the presence of he,


Where the brazen fiery autumn leaves drift thru the sky, is the presence of he,

Where young saplings grow to a tree, is the presence of he,

All those places, just now only traces of all that he was,

Somehow, it should have been more, the magnitude of who he was should of cut deeper to more.