A free fall
From the branch

Tiny and tender
I lay on the stone
Left to wrinkle
Waiting to die

You pass by
God sent
Lift me up
Tenderly
Not to scar
Any further

Still anxious
On your palm
I feel a trickle
Purifying my soul
You soothe the pain

Besides your pillow
Feeling blissed
I no more woe
As you cherish
What was once me