Loneliness Poem by Michael WheelerWyatt

The orchard grows more dense with cloud that breaks away
On the horizon a steeple that points to a new way
The groaning apple tree, burdened with her fruit
The wind whistles through her like natures own fruit

So how come I am so sad
With all the beauty that there is around
Once you told me has come true
That loneliness is the loudest sound

My heart drifts through fields of ripening corn
The unique sunset on this brand new morn
I am a blind man to all these sights so dear
All I have is the memories that we held so dear

So how come I am so sad
With all the beauty that there is around
Once you told me has come true
That loneliness is the loudest sound