Creatures 1: Heartly

T'ween fruitful fern and hanging vine,
Deep silence fills the land,
The birds here dare not sing their songs,
For the mourning of the Hand.

A kindly friend, a playful soul,

A showoff too no doubt,

A smiling face beneath the wrinkles,

And never one to pout.

The reaper comes for all my dear,
I wish we need not part,
Godspeed, good luck, fairwell my friend,
You'll always be my Heart.

R.I.P - Heartly.