Lost and Found
The grass is green as he strolls along
a familiar path he is comfortable on.
The road meanders, sloping up and down
he knows each view, each smell, each sound.
A curve leads to a shady copse,
and here he comes to a sudden stop.
For the place that held his heart and home
has left his sight, he starts to roam.
He stumbles into a new world, blind
with no thought or care for those behind.
Each step leads him farther astray,
his true life, his love, he will betray.
He reaches the top of the calling hill,
looking around his heart stands still.
Before him lies a barren sight
rock-strewn acres drenched in blight.
Confused by what he thought would be,
he had lost sight of his reality.
With pounding heart he comes to realize
the calls of this hill was only lies.
Turning his back on this barren scene,
he sees in the distance a line of green.
His heart beats fast as he comes to know
that back to his love, reality, he must go.
He hurries back to that line of green
putting behind him what he has seen.
Surrounded again by his safe place,
he thanks the heavens for his good grace.
Embracing the life that he has known,
encircled by the seeds that he has sown.
He takes the path that he has known,
each view, each smell, each sound - his own.
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