From thence a tree to bloom
Under the forgotten forest
To yield only to light and
To know unto the soil that it may rise again
Even in death one will still the ways of the next generation
Still
Stay
Not to be moved
But to be graced
We laughed
We've grown
Little did we know
That the trees he better than we predicted
And unto the next Generation
We must preserve
© jenyo Jason Ezekiel