Poem of the Bald Cypress Tree
Mourning angel of the earth,
We hear your call on high,
Do not repair what's dead and lost,
You must let the dead die.
Too long you've sat with innocence,
In prison walls of time,
Do not sit any further there,
Release the final chime.
We love you more than anything,
Through suffering and loss,
We clearly see what's happened now,
Let light fill in the moss,
When death does knock the doorways close,
Yet light streams in above,
The path straightforward is the way,
We stand here holding love.
Bald cypress tree of mourning grief,
Stands tall in forest's night,
Do not give up in darkest dreams,
Within you are the light.
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