Broken tree of dreams upon
Which the dying leaves of
Imagination do shrivel and
Die before the final slow motion
Of drift to the ground below
From which there is no return

Saplings reaching for the sky’s
And stars above watch with
Tears of sadness as yet another
Passes by on it’s way to the
Roots of all beginnings as it
Ends it’s time above as guider
And shelterer of love for those
Below as in their youth they
Are watched as they grow
Racing to their deaths above
Only to return back to their
Beginnings having demonstrated