TW: Child Death

The birds crow a weeping melody

Trees clean of leaves

“Who after will remember thee?”

Crying on the breeze

The hunters and seekers can’t find us

Trees clean of leaves

Winter is full of unkindness

Carried on the breeze

Caught by storm at the edge of the leigh

Trees clean of leaves

Feast for foxes, insects, and we

Blood on the breeze

Pick you bare and bear you to heaven

Trees clean of leaves

All before the age of seven

Silent in the breeze