Wondering why

I will walk your street
in dead of night
whisper words
some very sweet
but before dawn appears
I will retreat
to nights of long ago
when music was an idea
still living on strings
while rehearsing
for the final scene.

I will walk through fields
once planted with seeds
that fed the country
now in need.

I will walk the trails
that lead to growth
while wondering why
greed took control
of beauty so frail.

I will walk away in disgust
each time I see a shadow
of creatures that lust
on innocent ones.

I will walk towards hope
when it shines
cuddle precious moments
like a newborn puppy
with an interesting scope
of what’s next.