The brook is deep,
The hills are steep,
The wind will sigh,
The trees will cry!
The sky is heavy, filled with rain,
The rain falls in sheets,
The winds, they moan a lonesome strain,
a thousand secrets shared—
Softly they lie, beneath the willow’s shade.
No sunlight breaks the endless gray.
Each drop a memory,
Hope, it fades as night holds sway.
Each puddle, an over flowing tear.
The echoes of their laughter slowly fade.
Beneath the earth, the roots decay,
The sky is heavy,
The world turns cold, and we must stay,
laden with thoughts unsaid—
A breath of wind, a whisper in the air,
Forever bound by endless pain.
clouds cloaked in gray sadness,
dreams, once bright, are lost in vain.
as the earth holds its breath.
To remind the world, once they lingered here.
WoPoLi 
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