The tears on her face, the fear in her eyes

She will say she is fine, but that is lie

Out in the orchard, for weeks now it seems

I’ve seen her weep alone, even in my dreams

Never have I seen someone as depressed as she

The lonely tears that water my tree

The townspeople say she is mad, lonely and broken

Though I wonder if it is mere lies they have spoken

You can hear her whisper her wishes aloud ...