With all that was said,
With all that lingering grief,
Dare I say, with all that is dead,
This power, from root to leaf.

I can hardly stand the taste,
My words blister on my tongue.
So many bid their hearts to waste,
When the moment came, it stung.

But I chose to hear the sound—
The sound of one more song,
A song that called me homeward bound,
Where nothing felt so wrong.

Lifted high among the clouds,
I raised my head and cried.
The silence after was so loud,
A pelican flew by my side.

By then, all was said and done,
No more running, nothing more.
No burdens left, no heavy chores,
The tree stands free as we finally soar.

And with all that said, she called for tea,
I set my course upon the sea,
Arms as sails, the wind set free—
At last, at peace with energy.