Mountains tremble; with apparent weakness
they struggle to interrupt the splendor
of intruding dawn. With the peacefulness
of the coming day, giant forests roar
in utter agony as they refrain
from slightly swaying in the gentle breeze.
A heart once loved by Nature's eyes was slain.
She offered it herself against all pleas.
Her extended trembling hand, can't you see,
was driven into a world of sadness?
Stricken by pain... her only choice -- to flee
down a road of wandering loneliness.
Cries slip softly among unseen tears --
too softly to be heard by confused ears.