in his small world he waits
for a stranger to come
one filled with the sweetest touch
to find his affection
to find he still cares

days follow nights
nights follow days
haunting each other
in bittersweet heartaches

the days
he spent planting his desires
deep into the dry earth
scattering tiny seeds

the nights
he spent squandering
in self sorrows
pulling apart his heart
until it bleeds
weakening with fearful uncertainties

still he willingly waits
as days turn into weeks
weeks into months

his body soiled in despair
cries sour tears
dusting the ground
where he had laid the seeds

in the early hours of dawn
roots burst out of the ground
stretching towards the winter sky
its magnificent bark spawn leaves of gold
ascending through the dark clouds

the cold winds release the leaves
dispersing them out of the sky
in sheets of gold
into the arms of a stranger

their warm touch send shivers
of absolute joy throughout her body
opening her heart
momentarily reminding her the happiness
she so desires

she knew then what she needed to do
what she had long wished for
he has to be out there somewhere
she will find him
even if it takes her all eternity