Deep amongst the trees,

where the leaves flee.

Tall branches reaching the skies,

low flowers attracting bees.

Lies a single headstone,

of someone who was shone.

someone whose silences was cries,

a spirit left to atone.

Birds visit this carved piece,

during spring bringing suns peace.

the animals know who lies,

and whose life did cease.

Returning to the earth,

so they can learn rebirth.

the soil takes what dies,

and makes it it's hearth.

...

I love you Baby