A Broken Heart

The wind howls in my branches. It shakes my roots. My core is shattered.



I look up. I look up to the moon and see her there. She is full. She reflects the glory of another and sends it down. She sends it down to warm my broken heart. But my heartbreak comes from the loss of the sun. My heartbreak is for his absence. Nothing can cure it. Nothing can cure my shattered trunk but his presence.

My friends have fallen around me. We lie in the snow and wait for the day. We wait for the sun to rise over the horizon and cure us with his sight. Simply by glancing at us, he will give us our being once again.