AN: This was supposed to be a Bumi/Honora fanfic based off the writing prompt 'picking up the pieces'. But I turned it into a songfic and then the style didn't allow me to mention their names. So now it could be anyone. But it's written for Bumi/Honora.
Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Parents should never have to bury their child. So everyone says, but fate is cruel, and death takes a young boy, only ten, from them.
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the foam
As they stand, holding each other, earth moves on top of the basket holding their only son. Tears stream from their eyes, but they are silent, as the earth covers their child.
The mother buries her face in the father's chest, her shoulders shaking. The father strokes her back, kissing the top of her head. Her sobs can be heard now and all of a sudden she screams. She screams for her lost child, a young life taken away, and she screams for how fragile it was.
Little soldier boy
Comes marching home
As the crowd disperses, the mother collapses at the grave, still sobbing. She would give anything to have her little boy back, her own life if she could. The father knows this, knowing he would do the same. As he places a hand on her shoulder, a leaf falls in front of him. He looks up, and sees a withering vine. Another leaf drifts down and he sees the leaves scattered around his sons grave. He crouches down, picking them up. The mother watches him, and starts doing the same. They both know that eventually they will have to pick up the pieces and move on, just like they were now.
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home