A lonely tree

A lonely tree
On top of a hill
With wind like angry waves
Splashing on a indiferent shore
That has seen the waking and sleeping
Of the valley below

He still recalls the salty mist
And green horizon.
The pine whistles a song remembered
Only by the waters from below

Whispers as brittle as iciles
And words no longer known
Are what a voice never heard
A soul never broken
Call into the mist.

And a shadow has come
It's an old traveler
On top of a hill
Looking at a lonely tree

Clouded in dust
Of battles long lost
Memories of scorching sand
A home long forgotten
A warmth long gone
A dry and harsh tongue

Yet together they are whole
As life brought
Kindred souls
In a common solitude