tears fall from the tips of leaves, 
no longer heaving but finally at peace, 
no longer a place for relief, 
no longer bending to the constant breeze, 
no longer kept afloat meandering rivers, 
no longer subject to raging fires, 
no longer a victim to defeat. 

tides no longer pulling at the heart, 
stars no longer hovering above, 
no longer tormented to be part of the world 
that casts itself forcibly upon a need for an anchor, 
as the only surviving hope. 

life no longer to be cradled within these branches, 
the forest now lives inside the heart 
of everything we once knew.