Hopes strand takes its turn
His deep eyes his gentle light
Opened windows to your soul
His loving smiles his gentle words
Helping small let go
Into waters crimson creep
Into shallows deep
Through the times erased creased
Holding on the till horrors cease
Helping forests undecide
Making room to fall behind
Scared shell tip the state or call
Still not sure of presence tall
Tries to speak but silence captures all