𓅩beneath the trees𓅩

we burried her beneath the trees under the roots, by the bees on her grave sunlight beams a halo for her or so it seems she lies between mushrooms and miss her ashes one with mud and ground while tears are cried for her loss from my guitar a mournfuo sound birds and beasts will be her friends through them word she will send to let us know she is at peace and from her suffering is released alive she will stay in memories as she lies beneath the mighty trees cherished, missed and loved she'll smile at us from above