The storms, they hit us hard, my dear
But you, they hit the most.
You did not trip nor fall in fear
Stood there, a tree, almost.

The winds they pulled and pulled and tore
On you, your legs, your heart
Some friends tried to protect your core
Some tried to rip y'apart.

You had to save yourself, my friend
You had to let things float
I pray, the winds that took you, will
Protect you on your road.

Know that one root of you is still
With me, until wind falls.
I will protect it, warm it, til'
We'll both embrace the stars.




Penned by my hand on the 18th of Glacian, in the year 418 AF.