Never Found

Through the swaying trees

You hear her weeping on the breeze

No one knows from where it comes

She never comes

When they yell

They wonder if she fell

Sometimes they look

Believing it to be their imagination

 

She has never been found

Forever and always she will be bound

In the woods you hear her weeping

It is as common as a frog leaping

She is never to be found

Not even in the ground