Something intangible is passing, perhaps it is long since gone. Walking among these trees, I feel sadness carried on the breeze. Something great and profound has vanished, forever lost in the mists of time. Soon the leaves will fall to the ground, rich golden brown. Something is gone, impossible to express or define, that which is destroyed by time.
I can not express what I want to say, words fly erratically away. Trees representing permanence stand but something is lost, I only dimly understand.
K Morris - Poet 