I have been searching
I am searching for it.
Searching the tracks in this secluded landscape
leading me down hidden paths.
I see the faces engraved from my past
And a family crest which confuses me,
How do I fit into it?
Standing around the corner
I see a tree in a barren landscape,
is it hiding or rising above the rest?
Do its roots hide the secrets?
I look up and see two paths.
One leads to a husk of a tree
Decaying and feeding the growth of the rest around it.
The other path
Is a wearisome one, but
I see thriving trees basking in the jubilant winter sun.
Maybe they hold what I have been searching for, or perhaps I will always be searching for it.
