Moss

Upon the ground where shadows lie And dampness from the solemn sky Through all the seasons passing by The path just gathers moss. Beneath the tree that changes shade As autumn nears and summer's bade Farewell for now the promise made Bequeaths a sense of loss. But as it grows forever green The emerald has lost its sheen Where once the days were so serene Now nothing more than dross. Now as my tears fall to the floor And where the sunlight shines no more Yet here I'll wait I know not for Where dreams just gather moss.