I lie here under the sweet gum tree,
My back against the earth.
Deep brown covered with a blanket of green.
Rock and dirt and the prickly seed of the tree pressing against my flesh.
Below me lies an empty house,
That held a light-filled child.
Rising high above me beyond the shadow of this tree,
A crystal clear sheet of blue,
Reminding me of eternity,
And the never ending spirit,
Of a boy,
Who lived in a house,
That now lies beneath me.
So I breathe in the brown, the green, the blue.
The earth, the stone, the rocks that pierce my flesh.
I breathe in,
And a spirit that lives on.
Because once a boy lived in a house,
In my ams.
And now that boy lives in a heart,
Inside my house.
So under the sweet gum tree,
My back against the earth,