Trees
it has come to this
long knowing that today
is all we have
for tomorrow will mark
the end
of your sojourn on this earth
of your towering over this place
of your watching
your waiting
for what you knew
would surely come
someday
and now it is that
someday
the day when I compose
a dirge that I will sing
silently
as pieces of you are
taken away
pieces of me
as year by year
falls away from you
from us
from your bark
your flesh
your boughs
your arms
your heartwood
your very soul
but you will hear
you will hear
and for you
for us
I will sing
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