Searching
by SunRae ©1978
Searching always for self,
my silence has it's worth,
the colours of fall touch
me, bright, radiant, giving,
as are my colours.
Yet the mountain colours
reflect me in moving ways,
they are so peaceful, yet
a little barren, they rise
and fall as do I.
Who am I? Is my life
like the tracks I sit on?
They have a beginning and
end, as I do and will.
Lonely, but so happy to be so today.
The wind carries me,
as a bird in flight,
I am free of this world.
artist: Olson
