Upon the ground where shadows lie <br />And dampness from the solemn sky <br />Through all the seasons passing by <br />The path just gathers moss. <br /> <br />Beneath the tree that changes shade <br />As autumn nears and summer's bade <br />Farewell for now the promise made <br />Bequeaths a sense of loss. <br /> <br />But as it grows forever green <br />The emerald has lost its sheen <br />Where once the days were so serene <br />Now nothing more than dross. <br /> <br />Now as my tears fall to the floor <br />And where the sunlight shines no more <br />Yet here I'll wait I know not for <br />Where dreams just gather moss.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moss-2/
