Where Shade Once Was - Agalloch

Where shade once was, the oak tree in a sprawl

Of death no longer writhing against the wind

The people say: «I see now.

It was tall.»

And here and there slight nests of spring now find

Themselves dependent on a severed height

The people say: «I see now.

It was kind.»

The people praise.

The people cut

Twilight comes and they haul their loads off

Through mid-air a cry…

A blackcap crying out in flight

Seeking a nest that is no longer there