The lonely scarecrow

There was a man who walked along side the trees,
with no one to talk other than the trees around.
moonlight showed his way
and the dark night was his partner.

Nobody showed him strengths or weaknesses,
Nobody to love or to be loved.
No paths to take
and no admirers around to watch.

Wind brings him the sad, the happy,
and the wonderous tales of people.
He listens to them and make his own judgements
and he thinks and thinks and think,
untill his mind withers off.

But while he ponders over all these things,
he thinks where is the love he so much wishes
he waits in the woods untill he finds it,
hope against hope.
Or is he the lonely scarecrow