Looking up at the treetops kissing the heavens,
I catch a fleeting glimpse of the night sky,
Through limbs and leaves entwined,
Dancing a silent waltz to the rhythm of a gentle breeze.

The shadows drifting down from above ripple softly beneath my feet,
The forest's lifeblood pulses through its veins,
As the restless winds quicken this delicate dance,
We, too, once knew these steps of three.

Once a gust, now barely a whisper,
The harmony quietens and an absence lingers,
Exhausted branches now lie still in silence,
As I gaze beyond their crowded reach.

Into the deepest, darkest blue,
My sight rests on our cherished string of stars,
Hoping they are reaching your eyes too.