Staring through a broken window
Dreaming about
A sheltered
World
That hasn't
Been
Discovered
Untouched, having no
History
To teach
Or stories to
Tell
No life exists
No sounds to be
Heard
Nothing to
Feel
The air is still
And heavy
Tree's are bare
And unworthy of
Beauty
The ground hardened
Lacking a sweet summer
Rain
Proving years of neglect
For a delicate
Foot
Unloved and well forgotten
Lies the place
With no
Name