How I cried

Heartbroken, I sighed

You were prone, dead.

A warrior, the fight over;

An emptiness washed over me,

No longer would you stand

With others guarding the land

Cleansing the air

That other may be fed.

Was it me, were my winter winds too strong

Did my frosts cover you too long

Destroying the roots

That held you to the earth?

You were young, had a life to live:

I scatter your acorns to the land

Saplings will grow as nature planned.

As I weep, this promise I will keep;

As spring arises,

To cover the earth with fresh surprises

The earth will warm

Your saplings grow to heal the earth

Cover the land with your rebirth.

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