A/N: This was written after the finale of series 5.

Beneath a Canopy of Outstretched Arms

Beneath a canopy of outstretched arms
And winding, curling branches lies
The burial ground of all that past
That fateful day that cruel fate struck
The sights and sounds of life and death,
Of laughter and of anguished cry,
Into the swollen veins of earth,
Drinking sorrow with craved delight.

In the greedy, enriched soil,
Grows trees tall in borrowed grief,
Branches that stretch ever upwards
To the sun they will not reach.
The man this world betrayed falls down
His knees upon the dew-damp moss,
Pale hands clinging to weathered bark,
The only constant in the storm.