the Forgotten One

A boy is camouflaged within the clouds
his attire is of the same color
he makes no sound
he is nobody, yet there is no other

leaves are blown by the breeze
they are grey, they are dead
a chill makes the wasteland freeze
the land's history declares every word ever said

he's the only soul there
he is lonely and sad
the only thing he has is the land and the air
and the memories of the things he once had

the craters were the bombs
that had been dropped years ago
the wind sings the song
that he had composed

and so walks the boy
made of clouds and ash
a forgotten memory of the joy
now tossed away like trash