The Trees Were Weeping Early Severity knows no burden too great, Reaching out and stealing those that matter It stole our summer before it began And the trees wept. Sadness invites no hope Rummaging through times long past Feelings emerge, only to bring more tears A sea of emotions imprison those who will not fight. Severity played it’s game It stole someone that mattered, Creating a hole in many hearts Empty spaces filling with grief. Towers of sorrow, Trenches of remorse, Visions of hopes now lost Answers lingering out of reach. Lives are small and precious, Little parts in a larger existence They are taken without question And the trees continue to weep. Eric Kahn