Your spirit guides us now,
As flesh did before.
You are gone,
But never will be forgotten.
Your reasons are your own,
For leaving this earth so soon.
An assistant,
A friend of all.
Devoted to those that could not
Devote themselves to you.

Your spirit flies free
Among the leaves that you loved so.
Dancing with shafts of sun,
Swimming with the stars.
Shedding tears of loss for you
And of joy,
We hope that wherever you may be,
You are happy.
We do not mourn.
We remember.

Alexandrus, the Arboreals will never forget you and your contributions
to all of us, through support, help, or just being there to talk to.
Wherever your soul dwells now, we will always treasure your memory.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Bellum, in the year 411 AD.