Homemaster

Pining

This lonely soul has lost a home, a place.
A pine cone lies along the dark highway.
It wandered here, its journey stripped of grace.

Fell from the path of destiny, its race.
A sudden split of brethren – little say.
This lonely soul is lost, no home or place.

The family tree from which wind swept its space.
Join us for joyous memory, keep at bay.
It wandered here, its journey stripped of grace.

Perhaps it came in solitude, no haste.
Fell long ago, another time and day.
This lonely soul can’t find a home, a place.

It’s part of our world, never changed its base.
Always a feature, ever since last May.
I wonder, where next? Or journey stopped of pace?

There lies a cone of pine its life displaced.
Who knows its lonesome story – let it lay.
This lonely soul has found a home, a place.
It wandered here, its journey full of grace.

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Green - Change
Blue - My suggestion
Red - Destroy