Death called her name
The Calling from the Forest, even louder
Sticks lying there, quietly on the ground.
No eyes. No mouths. No visible hearts. Yet speaking to her.
With her tender hands she brings them to her place
Giving them faces
Giving them words.
And they speak. The words of wisdom. The words of enlightment.
Her friends. Close to her heart.
Returning her gift.
Giving her life. Bringing her joy.
Tell me; who would not cry, letting go of such friends?
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