Storm-Broken Tree - The White Birch

No need to fall

Though battles are won

The morning dew will sprawl

To taste us all

In the morning sun

And we will breathe

The smell of those last leaves

Weatherworn beauties

Claimed by the sea

Back from the days you were blown

Into me

No need for gall

The battle is drawn

The morning dew will fall

To wake us all

What is done is done

And we’ll leave be

The smile on the last seed

Of the storm-broken tree

Like I swore the beauty

From that night we were sworn

Would go free