Ah, there's always been a soft spot in my cold dead heart for all things gothic! Or maybe that's just the worms...

Ok, my heart is neither cold nor dead, but I do love this one. That feeling you get when you've just let it all crash and burn, because... well why doesn't really matter does it? Now you get to rest and wait for the rebirth you know will come.

The whole thing is beautiful, but the last 5 lines, the conversation between the flower and the tree, are my favorite.