Riverwood - Echo Beneath The Leaves

I heard your name beneath the trees Not spoken loud—just brushed on breeze A whisper caught in spider thread From roots that dream of all we said The branches bent as if to weep The moss still held where you would sleep And every bird forgot to sing As if the leaves remembered spring Echo beneath the leaves… Where nothing lives, but nothing grieves A voice returned in soil and stone You are not gone—you’ve just come home I pressed my hand to softened bark And felt the pulse beneath the dark I breathed you in, I let you lie Between the roots that never die We are the wind that mourns and stays We are the dirt that shapes your name We are the song the silence weaves The echo living ‘neath the leaves “You are not gone—you’ve just come home.”