we have lived in our home a decade and a half
once,there was a giant tree shading the front of our house
it got old,and tired,fell over and split
it did not damage anyone or anything
it took three days to chainsaw pieces to be used as firewood
i remember a trash truck helping us pull out the trunk
afterwards,a huge hole where our tree once stood
we tried to fill it in,but our ghost tree remained
we could see and remember her -windsinging birdsongs
we lost more than shade and beauty when she left
Now we replant as often as possible
(our tree canopy is aging in Austin)
and a slim thin green sprig arises in her spot
she will never be as majestic as our elder was
we count ourselves lucky to have been with her
youth can never carry the load of older gravity
our thin sprig reminds us -of what it means to be a tree!
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