I’ll Just Wait Here

Trees wilted,

leaves falling colored brown.

No woodland creatures,

running around.

Just an endless pile,

of brown and black.

Walking, searching,

for the colors to come back.

The sky turns to grey,

the sun is nowhere in sight.

Dark, afraid,

not a hint of light.

Cold and alone,

needing the heat.

Nothing but ice,

beneath my feet.

Walking alone,

isn't the best place to be.

I'll just wait here,

until you find your way back to me.