Absence makes the heart grow cold
It strips the bark from the tree
leaving the wood underneath
to slowly die naked and exposed

Absence makes the leaves wilt and wither
crumbling in, no longer able to open
for light from the sun
leaving the soul to shake and shiver

Roots rotten from all the tears falling
A hollowed out base
Nothing left inside this place
but a whistling wind and an eerie silence calling

Bitter bark scattered all around laughing
make for a terrible audience of onlookers
who heard too much from a babbling brook
drinking it all in while self pity lay writhing

Not much is known
about a tree alone
in the woods
but when it falls in solitude
the news spreads quickly enough
and it's read from the tree's
own stripped skin
spread far and wide for all to see...