A Tree Wispers

A tree  whispers.
In a breeze it is lost.

I was carried
in slow steps,
to where I now was.

In shock I stood.
A tombstone
With my name on it.

No more than the wind
a tear, a little tree,
and me, were left.
Were.

In sorrow I knelled
To cry for my own death
Nothing moved,
Nothing was.

The roots of the tree
The tail of the wind
A little shining ray
From a tear
Which was me
Was.

But from the Faltering light
From sundown, cut apart by a branch.
Dusk from a melting sun.
Showed me something.

Like clear sea waters
I could see
A warm little
Stream of light.

Crystal clear became to me
Something I never expected to be.