The Search

My snow is grey and never white

It glows and slowly drifts from sight

I watch it fall and breathe the scent

And never wondered where it went

My fog is thin and never fills

It floats and swirls where e'er it wills

I watch the clouds and trace the streams

And never wondered what it means

My fire burns without a flame

An ember jewel without acclaim

I watch it gleam and slowly die

And never, ever wondered why

Encamped within these atmospheres

Where trees are time, the forest, years

I asked - my past would not allow

If never then, I wonder now