Path of Regret

The sunset is lovely as it creeps out of the sky,
It’s rays warm my skin, the air floats idly by.
Reds and golds from the forest down below,
Stretching outward, away, their leaves aglow.
A juxtaposition of forest and sea
Meet at the horizon, joined they’ll never be.

My feet dangle, my hands upon my lap;
A breath, a sniff, a scent of musty sap.
Upon this crack, this break in the purity of the land
This cliff, this valley, half given to make sand.
A metaphor for my existence, the forest and the sea,
I’ve reached my pinnacle, this is what I will be.

Living below the forest is my memory,
A day, a week, a month, a year, standing as a tree.
Only for a time, as the sun wanes and lowers down
Silent and forlorn, my life makes no sound.
Looking far ahead towards the forest and the sea,
Futile to wonder if there is something more for me.

A lone pine, taller than all, encroaches on the heights,
I recognize the fir, a brief moment of love alight.
I stare and remember, a fondness fills my heart,
Can the same be said of the other, I end before I start.
They are my witness, the forest and the sea;
Arms aloft, flying, a bird is what I’ll be.