The Trees & Me

Do you hear me trees?

Do you remember my name?

Do you recall how we sat together

And it was the world that you explained?

Now I see callous mouths

Come to instruct you gone

And the butterflies that watched us

Are singing a new funeral song.

Soft light that held us

Will you come and hold me still?

Alone in a gold world

That once with emerald was full.

Let me seek solace in memories of branches I knew.

Do you think of me trees?

I’m always thinking of you.