Through the Enchanted Forest

He walked through the forest after ages of yore,    
Memories flooded his eyes in thoughts evermore.  
The song of autumn leaves enrobed in cold,    
Reaches the depths of Pecan grooves,    
As sunshine breaks through mold.    
   
Decaying leaves craft a thousand tales,    
Through this dry road in vain.    
Black wings cry a song of guilt,    
An old man travels with a cane.    
   
Weary he saw the woodlands,    
That had lost all it’s warmth.    
Still greeted him with shelter,    
As if they knew he would return.
 
Walking with the ancestors,  
He knew nothing was the same.    
Heard the tales of a lifetime,    
Only the home that remained.

He thought, the wisdom of a lifetime isn't enough,  
The message of the wind never reached my path.  
   
Electric sunrise lights up a lush green plain,    
Walks on an old man with thoughts in disdain.  
Sad are tombstones of pecan grooves that still cry,    
Moonlit laden night sings a song of goodbye.