Alone.. ... ....

As i stand alone on a windy hill
looking into the trees
all of sudden comes a chill
that sweeps over me

the purpose lost
the source unknown
all that matters is
i'm still alone

alone atop this peeking hill
i begin to quill and quiver
the gusts keep coming
growing cold, i begin to shiver

try as i might i cannot move
the ground has captured me
with all hopes lost and nothing to prove
i give in compliantly

alone still atop this hill
of which i cannot leave
alone i'll stand against my will
just me and the trees.. .. ..