In death she spoke of waiting
Her final days were long
These fields have changed since last she wept

Before the silent throng

She sits where childhood memories lie

Above, beside, within them
The carvings have outlived the hand
Which bled to first begin them


As features of the landscape merge
The oldest trees are falling

Awareness sweeps the view aside
She stares as if recalling


Seen first beyond the canopy
They soon had reached the borders
The clouds infused with burning breath

Arrived from coldest corners

The windswept valley hastens now

As dying words are uttered
From lips of earth and sapling's strain
Like leaves, her last thoughts fluttered


Again it darkens overhead
The knowledge of it stills me

And when the water starts to fall
Preserve the drop that kills me