The world has lost some colour today,
shades of purple
and indigo
have been replaced
by shades of grey.
Bright stars
left this world today,
took on a tree
now, no more shining
for you, or me.
I'm glad somehow
it was a tree you hit,
stopped dead,
collided into tree energy
became perhaps, three
I bid you both
fare well -
you shared the journey with me,
and all I can do now
is set you free.

