Why...

Only a trail is left.

Imprints marked

On the broken grass.

I know why she.

Took this path.

She wants to steal

some moments from the time.

The wind asks her questions...

The dew is set sparkling

In the morning light.

I touch the drops

Lying on the green.

Fragile! they break

In my palm and scatter.

They are soft, innocent & warm.

They are her tears.

Her tears are set sparkling

In the morning light.

I wander deep,

into the woods.

Ballads of the birds

Is why the whole forest

Echoes with laughter.

A feet wide path

Is a mile long.

I walk with heavy feet

As I near the silent stream.

And there she sits

With her hands gently

Kissing the water.

She makes no effort

To wipe the tears

That run down her face.

She looks at me

And softly says.

"Why do you have to leave?"

Her eyes beg me to stay.

My heart begs me to stay

She keeps her head

On my shoulder and whispers

A whisper that only

Wind can hear

"Why..."