With a crisp breeze gently caressing my soul, I stroll in the cool morning light relinquishing my thoughts of a sleepless night passing. Nature whispers in my ear as the collection of wings flutter and dance in a harmonized fashion with joyful song.
The trail is winding back and forth like the unbridled path of my life. The smell of nectar in the air filling my senses with tasteful pleasure.
The journey is long as my legs repeat step after step the body directs. A lonely loon cries out on the lake a warning to others a stranger aloft. Currents of life fill the air of a once barren space. A rabbit emerges to check me out, and then scampers off to hide from this intruder. Humans gone now, the ravages of war. Alone I am as I look for meaning, will I enter the darkness as did the rest or wonder the earth for eternity.
Turn after turn, uphill and down with nothing to find in a world gone wrong. A shadow emerges from the darkened forest blocking my path. A faceless statue cloaked and silent, waiting for my soul. Starring beyond the motionless figure there is no life, no earth no fight. Succumb to the darkness, to find the light nevermore. This is the present, and the past is gone, tomorrow would be the future, and without others what would it be. What did my life mean, what was its purpose? Yet who will remember?