Dead Tree

It's roots coming up from the ground. Crying so loud, I hear you my doves; I am coming. To honor you correctly and to let your spirits rest.

I honor your wishes, I hear them so loud. I will love the young sapling and feed it I will. Please rest easy, for I am here.

To love the young sapling as a mother and father should. I will care for it, so you may go to the Otherworld with haste and rest.

Mother and Father you may depart to the land of the Fae and home of the forgotten spirits and sprites.