WHEN YOU LEAVE
When you leave, I'll become a tree,
lone on a hill, loving wind and free.
Growing as I wait for your return,
though years of lonely stars still burn.
Though I'll miss you, I will grow tall,
providing shelter to those so small.
As we gain in strength and breadth we'll sing,
reaching the sky with form and wing.
In each moment of every day,
branches clasped as though I pray.
Though not because I feel I sinned,
in finding life without you empty wind.