𝕿𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊,

Do you see my tears gleam?

Do you hear my pleas?

Do you cry with me?

If I sit with you,

Do you hear me?

Do you wish to reach,

Reach this scene,

And wipe what remains,

Ｏｆ ｍｙ ｄｅｃａｙ．

- Another poem I wrote a while ago, I find trees very comforting.