Sorrow, sadness, falling, sighing
Time, it speeds, it could be flying
Soon you will be heard no more
Soon you'll come to death's dark
Hissing, rattling, ocean waves
Soon you will have reached your
Hollow sky where once you sang
Voices through the woodland rang.
Silent, empty, quiet, still
Predators have had their fill
Still your progeny will sleep
Buried with the tree roots deep.
Soon come voices ordinary
Sounds we take as customary
Poignancy, relief, and more
Freed are we from deafening roar
Still you last in quiet wonder
Seventeen's a longish slumber
Constancy is Nature's strength
Light again you'll see at length.
Mark the years and turn the Wheel
Aging in our bones we feel
In my lifetime may I see
One more time when you break free!
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