Weeping

A tree grieves, dewdrops fall from leaves fallen rainbows

bent the boughs in mourning bows as morning grows

heart of pith swells, from silent flowing wells drops of pain

remorse pours out of pores of open wooden sores as rain

grey sky closes its eye in misty break of day

cloud covers hide past lovers now so far away

sunlight lost is the cost a rooted tree must pay

when no steps from shade can be made, the price decay