Searching

I look around
And what do I see?
But a brown haired boy
Looking at me.

I walk toward him
And sit by the tree
Say just five words,
"Are you looking for me?"

The boys stops dead,
His eyes turn gray,
For the brown haired boy
Has nothing to say

And I wonder what he's thinking
As he falls in the hay,
For death has come
And gone away