The lone tree that stands,
In the expanse of the land owned by sand;
The lone fish that swims,
In the expanse of blue ocean- blank.
The lone wind that blows,
Blows unstoppable from unknown to unknown;
The lone flower that blossoms,
Blossoms amongst the cacti sharp and firm.
The lone eyes that see,
The vision dim and far;
The lone skin that senses,
The touch indifferent and brief.
Alas! How She would love to talk,
To complain, to scowl, to laugh;
But, Oh! She can not and she knows,
After all she is also the lone voice in the dark.