If I lose you

If I ever lose you because I once left, I will hang my heart on the top branch of a tall tree that watches one of the beauties of life. Maybe in that way she will stop crying. The breeze will refresh her and sing to her a soft song. Little birds will poke her gently. She will start to feel better even though sometimes she will form your face with the clouds and the tree leaves. At night, she will look at the stars and sometimes she will observe a falling star. She will wish not to be that lonely. She will want yours to hang next to her so that they both observe around. I would do her that favor, I swear. If I had your heart.