For the Sky


The lone bird cries,
Its soul to keep.
As its breath is lost,
It plummets below.

The forest mourns a death,
But rejoices in new life.
A tree lies prostrate,
A gnarled limb bleached towards the sky.

A zephyr breeze blows a salty spray,
Seaweed clings to the jagged rocks.
The husk of some long-dead animal
Lies crushed on the shifting sand.

An Albatross lifts effortlessly from a limb
To fly with the four winds.
A nest of eggs lies hidden
Within the twisted treetops.

Silently a tree grows,
Unaffected, it seems, by Time.
Her branches slowly reaching
For the sky.