On his knees
Head bent low
Withered lips whispered to the
Shaking earth
Blood seeped out of his heart
To the wet roots

The foliage prepared a eulogy
For the lonely warrior
With bleeding eyes
As he sang the song fo his life to
The roots of the willow
Red and green and red and green

And the wind carried the scent of his
Story
To a heart full of wild lillies
Far way
Amidst the greens and reds