Solitary Echoes

A single tree makes no forest, it's clear,

Alone, it stands, stark against the dark sky,

Its leaves whisper secrets only I hear,

In the silence, it asks me, "Why?"

One string makes no music, it lies still,

An empty promise of a song unsung,

The silence, a void no notes can fill,

A muted voice where no melody's sprung.

Loneliness deep, in shadows it weaves,

A thread of despair through time's endless loom,

Yet, hope still stirs beneath fallen leaves,

A dream of a forest, a song in bloom.

In solitude's grip, we seek and we yearn,

For the forest's embrace, the music's return.