Please, if you could, for this tree uprooted in the wood send a note to the hearts that hurt like hell should. Send it to all who grieve and make perfectly clear that it may have fallen but it's still here may have fallen but it's still breathing still stretching its leaves to the crown canopy of the sun.
Tell them to still feel the rain. Tell them to no longer fear the sun. Tell them: "Now that you've woken up to that empty space you sought, Realise time won't heal a god damned thing."
I'll take them by surprise might even paralyse when the sun shines on them and they no longer turn to ice.
It's time to dig up everything they lost because forgetting just isn't forgiving and no matter how much it feels needed there are just some things that can't be buried. So find the map they invented drawn out with self-doubt and dig till you reach the roots that they forgot existed.
Then tell them: "Just know that even though you fell and even though you lost face everything you stand for still stands today. The roots make it this way. They belong to you."