One dead tree
It sat through many of heaven's tears
And many more pieces of cold angel wings
Once a solace to many fears
But now through the air it's loneliness rings.
Once it created bountiful life
Once the sky was full of colour
Once the ground was full of life
Once the tree was happy.
Now everything it touches is dead
Now grey is the only colour
Now the ground is dirty and choked
But soon a miracle will become uncloaked
The song of the earth begins to sing
A beautiful solo. A quiet hum.
And for the first time in a long time it opens its wings
For sometimes out of death life becomes.
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