Look at the sky
a canvas for someone I knew
Look at my memory tree
and the roots of chain,
there sleeps a box
that the earth swore
to never be opened again
I've planted other trees
under the sun and many moons
I sung to them to one day grow
rich with fruitful memories
Days I spent there waiting
for the moment it would blossom
But they never live long for me to see
even just a branch, a leaf or just a stem
Look at my soiled hands
they won't tell me what I'm missing
Because everything else in my garden
they dance beautifully with hope
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