The mountains lie in the lake
A double vision
Surrounded by forests
And birdsong
The sky bears witness
To the sorrows below
Atrocities masked
By the trees
Our eyes are dazzled
By the beauty and the wonder
Of a world sketched large
Yet the tears
That form this highway
Cannot be ignored
Like a hunter
The beauty draws them in
For danger to snap them up
Voracious
With an endless appetite
For pretty girls
Who have walked into these trees
Never to return
A sunny afternoon
A gentle breeze
A missing poster
For one of the lost
A mystery with no answer
With an ending unwritten ~ Caroline A. Slee