Noise

Oh the sound!

Who hears the tree that falls?

Regret

that I’m around

When such a silence calls

Life

before my own

You rose; where was I?

Taller

than my son

even as you lie

Rings

They trace the time

Revealing days of old

Youth

of grand design

Locked in eternal hold

Fade

A slow return

You sink into the earth

Seeds

of life to come

A promise of new birth

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