Fallen Giant/ Erect Tree

I will give you, your surviving spirit, and I will renew you.
Your beautiful pasture and favorite calf to graze, as you lay in my hills.
I will color your mind in sweet oxygen and bathe you in the sun's lightest helium.

As you appear in front of me.
I see your home whose sun has been replaced. I saw you running when there were no trees to hide. No leaf to clothe your biggest round. As I loved you, you began to shrink. You grew again with your rhythm we found together when I called you.  Now you love me, so we can bare together.

I will look out when you walk away and give peace to your resting mind.
You are home now.

Gaining consciousness...
You are in the leaves, for they are golden.
Their vane is true and without breakage, because of you.
Forever lasting, your print is the truest size.
The trees were meant for you.

'Let the doves now rest on my shoulders.
I will walk with my height through the wild.
Just above the astern, where they will never forget East.

The birds will reign in song of sweetest days with love abounding,
Until I rise again.

I send you on high.