a morning of mourning

My tree is down
The winds were strong
The night was long.

I saw it this morning
The reinforcements on the ground
Broken
Alone.

The birds come
They perch on the horizontal trunk
Unsure
       Maybe mourning
My tree is down.

There is dew on its leaves
The sun comes out
and shines on my friend
The thunder clouds are now far away
There is reverence in the air
        The sanctity of life lingers
My tree is down. 

Angelica

Musical Complement: Pure Bliss by Marina Raye