You stood,
tall, regal, proud,
for more than my half-century.
Pulling life from the earth
and flinging it to the sky,
laughing in the wind,
crying with the rain,
welcoming all in wide arms,
you stood.

Farewell, dear friend.
I crawled in your shade,
toddled in your dappled sunlight,
ran ‘round your massive trunk,
climbed your beautiful branches,
ate your fruit, breathed your air,
and watched the world from a lofty perch.

We’ll miss you, the insects, squirrels and I,
and curse whatever it is that brings death and decay.

Meanwhile your limbs,
now filled with new critters,
will enrich the soil.

And i can see the horizon.