From the tree they took flight
From the tree they found delight
From the tree they sought shelter
From the tree they raised their kin
From their tree they threw love away
From the tree they were slew
From the tree they hang
Into the tree their souls went
Beneath the ground their bones wait
Feeding the tree
So the cycle may begin again.
Sung by Canola as she dealt with the deaths.
great thoughts.
I always enjoy reading poetry.