I am a little evergreen tree,
I lay, unearthed.
My roots are bare.
My leaves are so dry and brown.

I am a grain of sand,
Just one.
Here I sit,
On a long lonely beach.

I am an eagle's tail feather,
I’m falling.
In silence,
Out of a clear blue sky.

I am the cry of a small child,
And, I am crying out.
Deep in the darkness,
The stillness of an empty home.

I am the tense metal snap
of an old Cheese-in-trap,
I am dancing in darkness
And I dangle a dying mouse.

"I am where?",
no one seems to care.
Is there no sight,
No sound?