The tree of life Soaks in the winds of sorrow That whisper songs of woe But nobody can hear it No one could bear it Expanding and contracting with each stiff breeze Releasing punishing winds that dare seize But with each breath, now short and alone Construct wildfire all on its own
Grief and isolation Spreading bushfires Slowing burning down the branches As we respire What is left in our hollow trees The severity of loss taking overwhelmingly When all is lost, we are left with misery The constant cycle of life The suffering
My second piece of my B.O.W ..the lungs-the grief taking over a person can lead to death and what a horrible death it would be.