The ground burped rusty dust,
Soon after you were laid to rest.
Our dimples glowed in misery and despair.
We were left tongue-tied and tired.
Our hearts were hollow and we lingered in sorrow,
So much so we couldn’t even say hello.
The root of our family tree has wilted;
The leaves have fallen.
The pain has left us swollen.
Death has stolen from us once more.
The root of our family tree has wilted.
The whole tree shakes, shivers and shrinks,
Like shredded paper.
Every branch mourns.
A heavy loss to our hearts;
Loneliness and silence in our huts.