Miscelaneous Poem 1

You always hear be as a suttle voice sitting by yourside. I silently pray for you and follow you supporting wherever you go.
I know you search for something larger than life itself but that, I cannot lead. I can only plead for life as murmurr of a song.
I see the tears fall past your cheeks to land on the fertile ground.
The trees tear and break apart under the rush of your pain.
What else can I say to you when you know... I'm dead....