Reaching out to touch thee
But thou are gone before I get there
Withering away before me
Bother not to bid me farewell
Long gone are thou by the time
My heart can manage
To express the way I feel
Words long since left me
Now that I wait alone
Aching for a new sun to rise
And strengthen the now barren land
Breathing in the darkness
Bare feet to the ground
I hold out to see thee
To touch thy branches to my ready hand
When day comes I will be waiting to hold thee
And sing thee my soft hymn.
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