Alone

The moon is moving away 

From the earth but not too far

We cannot see it or forget it

The hills are meant to stay put

Not come tumbling after the rain

Burying alive those still far from

Their young dreams of growing old

To watch their young grow up as their

World slowly disappears into the mist.

Who can we pray to if who we pray to

Is eaten by the earth like the rest of us?

To feel alone is to find out there is no one

Out there looking out for us as we were told.