Dear Tree-The Final Piece

 Dear Tree:  The Final Piece

Dear Tree

The final piece was just pulled

From my lawn

Pulled and drifting now

Away from my memory

You

Were a hundred and twenty feet tall

You towered 

Hovered

Awed us

But you leaned

Leaned toward my neighbor's home

Your sap was coming forth

At your trunk

The signs were there

A few days ago 

The wind blew violently

I thought that perhaps

Perhaps

You were once again 

Strong enough to weather any storm

Any wind

I truly think

That you had many years left

I uprooted you far too early

Yet my sense of safety

Of trying to keep those around me

Alive forever

Took over, and you were my sacrifice

As I watched 

Your last piece loaded onto Tim's truck

I gave thanks to you

I give thanks to you.