Forestia

I shall never leave this home
where our tree palace once stood.
I shall always keep your memory
of all that was good.

War has fingers of flame
that touched more than the trees.
Long after battles are over
the heart remains under siege.

Elfin song sung to roses
not even ashes remain at odds.
Elven wine for the spirit
your own remains on this lot.

A single blade of grass
crept through the concrete.
I named it after you
our healing now complete.