Don't be afraid, my dear
The darkness is not as deep as it seems
It is almost behind you now, so remember the past but do not live in it.
Your father is only your protector until you grow old.
In the way that the oak tree grew with you so tall and proud,
carrying your name carved into its chest,
he will stand over you.
So beautiful and young it once was,
My dear are you alive?
The most beautiful part of your body is your eyes,
darker than tree blood yet They too have leaked tears,
enough to water the tree that watched you grow
But when a tree falls in a forest, does anyone hear it?
Those deep pools of oak sap have seen kings rise and fall
Beneath them, cheeks were wastelands watered by the rains of disappointment and heartbreak.
Don't worry, just give up the fight already,
here is the reality, you too will grow old, becoming the tree that falls in the forest.
Will anyone hear you? Here's the flower you kept while waiting for the first & here's the ring you
got from the last.
Do not worry, we all grow old after we have lived.
