I heard a lovely melody
atop a lonely humming tree—
the only one of its kind,
a truly dying breed.
She stood tall, but weak.
Old and lost, she seemed.
She had seen far too much
that all she did now was weep.
I could hear her deepened cries,
to let others know she was still alive.
And so I wept alongside her,
to let her know I heard her cries.
It was then that I could see—
my cries had made her happy.
She no longer stood in sorrow,
and thus hummed a new melody,
one that touched my human heart.
I could feel it burning bright like a star,
no longer cold and burnt out,
as I listened to the once dying art…