 A poem titled, The Trees Sway. As the winds blow in and the tide begins to rise, my heart begins to ache as the tears fall from my eyes. I can hear the wind in agony howling in the breeze. I remember Yahhusein when you fell upon your knees. Surrounded by the gusts of wind, the trees begin to sway. Crying as they move, we remember Yahhusein. The birds soar on in silence until they hear the wailing cries. They fall down onto their earth. In grief, they cannot fly. The sun comes up, but it's like dims low, crying as it rises. My grief, my Lord, does only know. My grief sees no horizon. When finally the sun does set, the moon now takes its place. Crying out onto the earth, this pain is not erased. Salah ala Muhammad wa ala Muhammad.