A Wound of Grief

Not even a wise kid says;

"Is the wound still in there?"

She answers, "ask the trees".   

Have tried the most expensive medicine and biggest care,

Only the trees know when it heals.

With hopes and prays she's been through,

Should a dream always come true?

Again, she said, "ask the trees".

The wound might be never quit,

A huge pain and deep wound,

Not even a microscope could see it.

But it's there getting push around,

Still there behind the bandage,

She's just a good artist on stage.