-epitaph; Should It Be Carved Into A Tree- Poem by Ian McArthur

In time the hurts will fade
as too will the scars away
Know that I rest peacefully
Goodbyes to you living, bade
Beneath this warden tree I stay
The wind, the rain, the sunny day
This spot of soil, these things are me
Now I partake of whispers on the leaves
rejoicing with the blowing of the breeze
When at last my mortal cask is gone
I too will drift among the trees, and
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*I have kept the last line to myself, as I feel it would be inappropriate to release the complete poem before its proper time. Besides, I expect plenty of years to revise and hone my skill ;) .