winding
finding
it's way
up to the light

growing
knowing
it'll never reach
however try it might

sipping
dripping
the honey that's
always sweet despite

whispering
haunting
children who
wander in the night

browning
drowning
in winter
losing light

slouching
bending
to follow
what's right

whisking
missing
the lovely
spring daylight

risking
kissing
the other
trees nearby

wanting
haunting
the days
as they pass by

lusting
crusting
around thoughts
and wondering why

hungering
questioning
longing to know
where is the light

burning
dying
saying one
last goodbye

blackened
lost now
as the sun
returns the light

but it's too late
to take back goodbye