Listen closely,
   The wind through the trees,
   Branches crackling against the bitter cold
   Their cries fall on deaf ears.

Do you see their pain,
   As their loved ones fall
   Helplessly to the ground below.

The time for them has been cut short.
   Their mother, "nature", has decided
   It is time to unite, with
   The ones that have fallen before.

Stories will be told, of laughter and love
   That once adorned at the very feet
   At where they once stood.

Their memories will not be forgotten,
   It will be carried by the wind,
   So that others will feel again,
   At one time they felt before.