Echoing Vacant Sound
Rising above the destitute land
Barren are the quiet hills now
Echoing terrain's vacant sound
There, where sweet home was.
Tree uprooted quivers gently
Its scattered mangled remains
Swaying aches of forsaken pain
Mourning tranquility's death.
In solitude this climb he treks
Aspiring zest of rising dawns
As they concede to sullen days
Looking for her presence
Ever since the oldest tree fell
And the lone bird fled its nest.
The sunrise still evokes her name,
So does her beloved sunset.
Despite the dearest hopes he held
She never returned this way.
March 5, 2019
Placed first: Standard contest #190 by Brian Strand
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