I've wondered, could the tree speak, how should it say?

"Save me…" it might groan, as it topples in the wind

"Catch me if you can" might the wind whispers as it flits away

Lost once more among the earth.

Would the flowers of the ground laugh?
Or shall they weep and cry in their angst?

Would the roots of the flower bury themselves deeper and deeper,

Until they don't know themselves?

The ocean, its endless depths.

Why it would only weep in sorrow,

And mourn for those it has never had

Would you pray for me?

The ocean, the trees, the flowers and their roots..

Would you save me?

Or would you let me fall deeper and deeper?

What would the rain say, for it can talk.

"Come and play with me,"

And then it is gone.