I end up being a tree

After you leave, I will end up being a tree

Alone on a slope, cherishing wind and sun,

Hanging tight for you to get back to me

However hundreds of years of forlorn stars might run.

I'll develop tall and give heaps of shade,

Protecting birds and other excited things.

Satisfied with all the headway that I've made,

I'll spread my verdant branches out like wings.

Be that as it may, gracious! Each snapshot of each and every day

I'll miss you with the energy of the breeze,

Looking unendingly upon the way

That without you should void, void breeze.