Atop our electricity
Upon the pole of PG&E
Where once was a majestic tree
A lovely dove does cry to me
If overcome and numb with grief
Her coo is still as strong and sweet
I then begin to sense and see
In each emotion - normalcy
Why should I suffer secretly
When I can share a song or speak
We're not alone, nor wrong or weak
A shadow has no shame, just be
