Peace under Forest Leaves

Something rots under leaves of the forest ground,

still, quiet, and peacefully pained.

Forgotten and pitied, but still earthbound,

not yet able to fly away.

Nothing’s calmer than the forest breeze,

unnerving comfort for lost minds alike.

Why must you stay, what must you appease,

to curse yourself with eternal sight.

In silence a man talks of a woman’s song

floating gently around the trees.

A voice so sweet was inevitably lost,

living on only in memories.

Love in the forest warps to a bitter truth,

one that stays amid the decay.

One that reminds of his hopeful youth

and all that’s left today.

A man rots alone under leaves of the forest ground,

wondering what it was that kept him there.

Existence forgotten, yet he’s still earthbound,

left with only his longful stare.