The Tree Are Gone

The trees are gone
I see no more flowers in bloom
The windows creak
The drapes don’t move

The garden is rotting,
The land is bare
People are talking
No one wants to share

The preacher preaches
The women weep
People are silent in the bleachers
The girl always weeps

Who can she talk to?

The people who pass her by, no
Her mother who looks at her and cries, never
The preacher with his God given smile, never again
So where does the crying girl go?

To the only place she knows
With the man she loved more than herself
He feels his pain from above,
And gives her someone to look forward to

Finally, someone listens to the girl who always cries