Archer stands upon a fort
and strands back just one arrow
flying far and deep in life
the path same as the sparrow

It soars with wind behind its tail
crafting sounds a calmly wisp
distance traveled is unknown
but the archer's bow is crisp

sailing figure in the sky
still rising as i speak
molding to it's future trail
anticipating peak

reaching top begins to fade
and slowly crashes down
coming simply south again
awaiting final crown

falling swiftly it misses ground
though that's all that's underneath
just take a moment stop and think
give sometime to breath

the arrow crashing into a solid
but not that of the earth
into the soul and heart of love
for nothing left for birth

through the heart
connects to mind
the love is lost
will never find

the arrow nailed its target
falling down at end
but the archer still will practice more
some could be your friends