the lacy trees
caress the breeze
like solemn faces
staring into eternity
hoping to see, understand
what is happening
across the gray cloud cover
a sudden clear message:
time to, must stop
cheering, chattering, sobbing
over life lost and mission done
stand together
lean into the new
Easter leaves and remember
to be
family listening
loving
through the cracked concrete
made from ancient pillars
look back into
the trees
with ears turned out
to dignity and songs
of freedom
for all, each, no matter
the forest beckons
Photo credit: http://www.morguefile.com/archive/display/202782
