One Hundred Footsteps

 He turns to the valley, on his way

 The house is standing; open door     

 Sad eyes fixed from top of the hill

 Only one hundred footsteps away

...

 Gray smoke rising  to the heavens 

Leaves and light are scattering   

Sight of home; a voice in the wind;

 Sweetest tone; calling out his name  

...

 Love is irresistible; a force of nature

 Beholding the sound; joy does awaken

  Broken spirit abandon in the shadows;

  Fallen fruit left rotting on the ground  

 ...  

  Comfort lives down there in the valley;    

  And he has been longing for many a day

  Still he stands; unmoving in the darkness

   Only one hundred footsteps away