The tree of life
Soaks in the winds of sorrow
That whisper songs of woe
But nobody can hear it
No one could bear it
Expanding and contracting with each stiff breeze
Releasing punishing winds that dare seize
But with each breath, now short and alone
Construct wildfire all on its own

Grief and isolation
Spreading bushfires
Slowing burning down the branches
As we respire
What is left in our hollow trees
The severity of loss taking overwhelmingly
When all is lost, we are left with misery
The constant cycle of life
The suffering