The unfamiliar road...

Tredding on the lonely path, I look for the one's I'v lost. But all i see is dust and rocks, or broken down tree tops. The forest looks so unfamilar, as its my first time here. Yet i have seen it prosper now. Every season, every year. The paths still mark my naked feet. The winds too howl my name. So why I feel a stranger still, upon my native plain. HIBA