The mighty tree stands alone
Solitary, cold, alone
In a field of grass.
All its friends are dead.
Then the ice storm comes.

The ice storm blows fiercely.
Deadly, coldly, fiercely
In the field of grass.
It coats all around it.
Then the ice storm stops.

The tree is covered in ice thickly.
Slick, cold, thick
In the field of grass.
The tree, it shivers
Then the child comes.

The tree watches the child.
The child watches the tree.
The ice is heavy.
The tree can feel it coming.
His limbs snap off around the child.

And slowly, sadly
The tree begins to weep.
The child watches
Then approaches
And embraces the tree.

"Why, tree
Great tree
Mighty tree
Why, tree, do you weep?"
He asks.

"My friends have all died.
The ice storm has killed them.
Now I am alone.
The ice is chilling me.
The ice is killing me.
That, child, is why I weep."
Says the tree.

And slowly, sadly
The child begins to weep.
The tree watches
Then moves his branches
And embraces the child.

"Why, child
Sweet child
Small child
Why, child, do you weep?"
He asks.

"My family has all died.
The ice storm has killed them,
Now I am alone.
The pain is chilling me.
The pain is killing me.
That, tree, is why I weep."
Says the child.

"We are not alone,"
Says the tree,
"So long as we are alone
Together. So climb.
Climb, child,
And I shall love you."

And the child climbs,
Climbs into the branches
And embraces the tree.
The child's love warms the tree.
The tree's love heals the child.

And both have died by morning.