We sang several songs
And walked the lawns
Traded tales that left us both
Joyful and forlorn

From your voice
A cypress tree grew
Tall and strong
With promises new

And in my step
Freedoms bounce returned
Underfoot
Chamomile lawns undisturbed

And in our wake did flow
Tears of joy and loss
A trail of sweet flower heads
Peeping through the moss

As together you and me
We drank chamomile tea
That sprung from our new garden
Within the potted bay tree

From your voice
A cypress tree grew
Tall and strong
With promises new