I look upon my deeds: I see
The work I have done painfully
By faultless folly wrought misery
I see the tattered twigs and leaves
Of the tree

Rise rise, oh ye of lies
To spread the poison to their minds
To come with chain and rope to bind them
Yet never would you have come to find them
There where you could not see
Beneath the tree

The cherry blossoms settle down
Among their brethren upon the ground
Making not a single sound
Yet the earth and air still seems to pound
With the echoes, the shock that resounds
Of the creak, the dying scream
Of the tree

Look you there, upon the timber
That shattered corpse sent beyond slumber
Betwixt, between the cuts and cinders
Resurrection cuts asunder
The bonds cast upon this berth of lumber
Look you now, and that sapling see
And you, realize there will always be
A tree

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Chronos, in the year 326 AF.