A Tree On Allenford

there is a tree on allenford
 I drive by it each day on my way to and from work
 and there are always flowers left there each day
 left for a child who died there
 or so that is what people say...
 but all i see
 looks back at me
 loved by someone, loved by someone
 loved by someone, loved by someone
 and the golden thread of nature of this is
 simply that we are a part of everything
 that will ever exist.
 to be loved is why we've come.
 every drop of rain that fell or falls
 is always falling
 on and on and on and on.
 come into me
 and we'll always be
 oved by someone, loved by someone
 loved by someone, loved by someone
 there's nothing that has ever been
 that isn't loved
 by someone who waits
 to be loved again
 loved by someone, loved by someone
 loved by someone, loved by someone