Two old trees on top of a hill,
Standing tall, side by side,
Tested by the winds, time and chill,
Yet nothing they couldn't abide,
They represent undying love and will,
Always reaching for the stars with pride,
And somewhere below the surface,
Their roots intertwine.

Two old trees and a shared stone,
Angular in shape, overgrown with moss,
Its purpose shown and well known,
It represents sorrow and great loss,
For the trees may never be alone,
But the sadness comes from the cost,
Pain, shed tears and a missing home,
Your memory will never be lost.

Two old trees on top of a hill,
Standing tall, side by side,
And guided by love and will,
Their roots intertwine.

In the loving memory of a mother and father,
E., F. and T. Wilde.