Lost Voices

A soft breeze flows between the trees.

They whisper.

I run my hand along the bark of one.

It feels rough, hardened

By time.

I wonder what stories it could tell,

What it has witnessed.

And it says to me,

I have seen both wonder and horror,

I have known both loneliness and love,

And I understand,

I see.

The waves come rushing towards the shore.

They murmur.

I let the water wash over my feet.

It feels cool, flowing

With time.

I wonder what I could learn from it,

What it has seen.

And it tells me,

I have seen both wonder and horror,

I have known both the lost and the found,

And I understand.

I see.

Without knowing why, I look to the stars.

They speak to me.

One of them catches my eye.

It looks bright and clean, not at all worn

By time.

I wonder how long it has been there,

What history it has watched.

And it sighs,

I have seen both wonder and horror.

I have watched the world from afar,

And I have shone upon all of it..

But I have not known it.

I will never touch its surface.

But I see it

Understand it

More than you will ever know.