Lonely tears streaming
drown her weariness of life
reaching ever down,
she placed her love like flowers
upon her stalwart, best friend.
If I Were A Tree
If I were a tree what kind would I be?
Would I see more of life
If I felt less strife?
Would my worth grow with time
Like fine wine?
Will my beauty last?
Will my color show in the midst of snow?
Would famine, fire, disease or flood
Diminish my will to be,