The final bough

When a branch falls from the family tree
It leaves a scar for all to see
But in its place new growth will start
And help to mend it’s broken heart

Young saplings seem to gather round
To mourn it laying on the ground
The bluebells bow their heads to pray
While in the distance seedlings play

The rustling leaves have formed a choir
To sing hymns, to their hearts desire
And passing clouds high in the sky
Rain down their tears as they go by

Now blossom falls to form it’s wreath
Upon the sombre earth beneath
And as the service nears its end
They bid farewell to their old friend

A silent witness to this woe
Bemused by all the fuss below
Unnoticed, hidden in the crown
A single robin looking down

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