The Silos

Left Discarded
along side
a country road
Where the 
Silos stand
a whisper
lays forsaken

The owner
to its
message
haunts
the earth
to where
it 
dwells

Silence
is the 
transport
to the
wind
while
the amber
autumn
leaves
dance
to the 
seductive
trance
that 
the undertone
commands

The Taking
of Life
May have
been yours
to control
but
the censorship
to what
the spirit
speaks
will never
be
muzzled

For
Nature
and all
of its inhabitants
are the guardians
to
the
story
of the departed
And though
Karma 
ferments
within
the walls
of the Silos
it waits
in anticipation
for the
Conductor's
call
 to 
sing........................................