Echo

I look for traces of green in a farm of fossils.

Where a forest once was young.   

Where I once heard breeze brush leaves and branches.

And their echoes still vibrate in my aged heart. 

I look for traces of blue in a desert of plateau. 

Where an ocean once was young.  

Where I once heard waves batter cliffs and beaches. 

And their echoes still vibrate in my desiccated heart. 

I look for traces of white in a universe of dirt.    

Where innocence once was young. 

Where I once heard love sing a song of truth. 

And their echoes still vibrate in my tainted heart.