The Search

He wanders through the tress, listening with his ears, looking with his eyes, searching with his heart for something that he has longed for all of his life. This, the the lowly wanderer, however, is lost. Lost amongt the great sea of trees that flood the landscape ever more even beyond the eagles eye it stretches, and he does not know the way. He knows what he searches for, and yet, does not know, and this is a burden to him, he who searches high and low for his one true happiness, but is unable to find it. Through cold harsh winters and blistering summers he endures, through rain, through wind, through sickness, through pain he endures, hoping, praying that he will find what he seeks, what he has been seeking all the days of his life. He knows that the forest is by far grander than any he has ever seen, the great tales of the forest stretch far beyind the imagination and what one could put on paper with pen and ink. The legend of this forest way on his mind, he knows many who have gone before him and have claimed their prize, rejoiced at their triumph, and returned to their homes victorious, and yet he searches still. He searches knowing that he may never find what he seeks, he searches knowing of the joy that others have that he pines for, longs for, still longs for even through all the bitter pain and anguish he suffers through in the days of his life. He dreams of her, sees her move like a gentle breeze through the tress, he gives chase, he calls to her, but et as quickly as she came, she is gone. This dream torments him each night, he knows she is within his grasp, but yet he knows not her name, or her true identity, all he goes on is the hope that the dream may someday be proven true, and that he may find his one true happiness, that he may one day be whole...