Farewell

Dew = poems
leaves = literary pieces/works
 
 
The leaves are hung,
The spirit consoled
And with every word carved
Onto the bark to be told
Beholds the new sky
Above the grassy barren;
Herald of the new dawn.
 
From hereon,
The dew shall be missed.
It shall remain in the air
Of Time's shadow
And never will the dew fall
From the oblivion of days past.
 
So the empty filled,
The tree solaced
And what was once long lived
And lived only to long  
Now bids farewell.
 
For in another life, 'nother name,
Perhaps you'll recognize this tree.
But now the leaves cease to fall,
Goodbye-from the same
 
Tree.