Lonely

Lonely,

Lonely is the stars in the midnight sky, seeming so close, yet worlds apart.

Lonely is the tall, sturdy lighthouse calling for company in the raging storm, and chilling black night.

Lonely is the vast salty ocean, hoping that what it swallows will bring it warmth and love, climbing on shore in search for what will warm its chilling waters and calm its crashing waves.

Lonely is the small disfigured tree desperately trying to reach the welcoming sun, and emerge out of the dark cluster of trees that imprison it.