lost and found..

Against the gravity their trunks grew
on mountains not too tall
these pines never bent though
they shed their leaves in a while for all
green brown or red for eyes to see
their aim is to grow beyond a foresee
while rainless cloud waves them a bye
their washed being still can hear their muffled sounds
the roar and showers with ice balls crumbled down
piled up mixed with mud soon are no where found
with hands folded, eyes look up sending prayers
for those who know the true meaning of lost and found..