Weepy tree meets sad end.

No matter thick I branch,
Leaf green and blossom white
No matter deep I root,
House squirrels and filter light
to shade a secret love
Or robins nests from sight
No matter tall I stand

When I'm a block of wood
I'm chiseled alone.

Weepy for evermore?

Darker feels the murk
Finer feels the thread
And I feel heavier
Free fall
Or first perhaps a final brawl
Between life and death
I've had enough of stealth
Through all of this.
Take me
Or break me
Through and through
Please

Faith.

And He fashioned her from his rib so she can protect his heart.

That means I can :) And I must.