As the tree grows

So will I.

Yet unlike the tree

Who will rot and fade away.

I will pick myself back up

And carry on my day.

One day the tree will be a friend

Who I will greet with open arms.

In a special place

Among the twinkling stars.

Flowing like a river

I tend to lose my course.

Then I learn to swim upstream

Despite that invisible force.

Fighting towards the end

I see a light ahead.

Pushing with all my might

I finally comprehend.

For the voice is not gone

Only left for a while.

He's an old friend 

Who I'll see after the final mile

I love the music of the birds

that sing in the early morn.

It reminds me every day

of those that have been torn.

For I have been there too

every day a different shade of blue.

Yet like a phoenix I will rise

And soar above them all.

The tree

The river

And the birds

Will be gone forever more.