Run your fingers lightly down the dividends and time 
Hollow scars bore with pried, protection from the truth 
The brown rough death mirrored by a myriad of bright life 
Striving to encompass and known majesty 
Sunlight blocked by the life rarely filtering through the
trunk 
Deep and silent screams fill the searching 
And the sun sets out laying the veins in the wind apple red
leaves 
Casting eerie pictures of our secrets
The echoes of which sway the shadows slowly 
Growing dusk hidden life 
The world will sleep it never slumbers 
Dead time waiting to be brought to its knees to reach the
sky 
Peace and song if only one to listen 
To voices forever silent 
No one hears 
The crying hopes of trees