The Death of a Tree

He died so young, they say; how unfortunate, they say;

Such a time consuming affair, the cars slow down in front

Of his open casket, paying homage, their cries sound like horns

And the sky weeps rain, and the wind runs wild

Offering comfort to the trees nearby, families and friends

Of the one who lost his life; he died so young, they say

Swept off by a storm, somebody needs to teach these kids

To stay strong, to keep their roots firm, to hold on to their ground;

The college students walk by, with him they shared the shade on a

Sunny day, the first kiss, the smoke of a cigarette, the weeping

On a call; the shower makes it hard to see their tears today;

He died so young, they say, but he smells like the first time

His leaves were born; he looks like he’s finally fallen asleep

After a tiring day at work; he died so young, they say

But I can’t stop thinking about the bird who lost its home

At such a young age.