Weep to the trees,
and tell them your grief.

But remember to breathe,
as the wind kisses your cheek.

There's more to this loss, you've got to believe.
There's me, there's we, you have to see.

Let the sounds of the leaves sing you to sleep,
Where the soul and spirit peacefully meet.

Maybe you'll wake and finally believe.
That there is peace deep in this grief.

Look up to the trees, there you'll see.
You and  me.