What man most desires
Is of a woman who ceases to expire
In the arms of a partners love
Only reaches the morning dove
For when she rests her head at night
It is you that seems to drift from sight
She wishes to meet you under her tree
But your only reply is to run and flee
Leaving her under the trees embrace
Waiting for you to bring her grace
She waits for the wind to sweep her away
As her flowers wilt and she begins to decay
The sun has set more than time itself
As she counts each day to her weakened self
The roots of the tree intertwined with her hand
For the tree loved her more than its own land
Its branches ached to hold her sorrow
Watching her look at the sun and beg for a tomorrow
The tree could only provide her relief from the heat
As she await for you and her to meet
The tree gave her comfort as she drew her last breath
As she soon would stand at the doors of death
She lay with the tree as she eternally slept
Leaving only the memory of her,the tree always kept.
