One tree, one solitary life,
One silhouette reaching into the sky.
One lone and weary traveller,
One road, that passes them by.
One tree, one sun on a skyline,
One shadow created that grows,
One horizon that stretches forever
To places where nobody goes.
Two feet that slowly move forward,
Taking one step at a time,
One path, so rocky and pot holed,
One more hill that’s too steep to climb.
Two hands, so soft and empty,
With only old baggage to tend.
One back turned away from the arrows,
One bow, unwilling to bend.
Many clouds gathering on the skyline,
One wind blowing sunlight away,
One memory of pain cut darkly
Through the light of a lost yesterday.
One heart that keeps right on beating,
While even yet broken and torn,
One photo so tattered and yellow,
Of a child who wished to be born.
Two arms that no longer hold
The warmth of another soul close,
One mind that wanders backwards
Seeking answers that nobody knows.
One soul, one lonely journey,
That pauses to sit under a tree,
One tree, that once was a seedling
Now grown into something mighty.
One hope that so small a beginning
Could grow with wisdom and time,
One prayer for a tiny child’s future,
Or the origin of an adult’s decline.
One long day that’s finally over
One sleep that with forgiveness arrives.
One moment in time that moves onwards
Forever through millions of lives….