There in the middle of the forest stands a massive tree, it's trunk and branches so white
It was as dazzling bright as the full moon in the darkest inky night
With leaves the brightest sapphire blue
They covered every branch and shined like the rarest jewel

It's where all the broken hearted go
To set beneath it's branches, and shed their tears of woe
The tears of sorrow is what waters this mighty tree
The agony gives life and color to the most beautiful leaves there will ever be

So if you come across this tree, or even seek it out
Linger for awail, look up at it's beauty that pain has brought about
If your heart is aching from loss, or from being broken
Cry, let your tears fall, let it be the token
Let it's magic turn your tragedy and agony
Into the rarest form of beauty this world will ever see