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our birch is grieving i can see
it does not stand in majesty
and though the sky is cloudless blue
green leaves are trembling in the sun
its leaves are whispering it’s true
its heart is heavy what say you
do you see through nature’s eyes
nature doesn’t tell me lies

this birch is crying for a friend
a neighbour in our garden fair
today our cypress meets an end
today it shows more majesty
than all the living trees that stare
upon sad branches now laid bare
today awaits the cruelest fate
tomorrow gone it won’t be there

Reviews

[Papaya]

I've mourned the loss of a few trees over the years. Nature is cruel.
Beautiful poem and I like the flow of your rhymes

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Ana. Always sad to lose trees. This one like an old friend. The empty soace hurts.
read moreMany thanks Ana. Always sad to lose trees. This one like an old friend. The empty soace hurts.

Chris

[Vol]

Chris,
There is much evidence for some level of sentience in trees, and though we may never understand their thoughts, I know they know... something, are aware at some secret level, and when they die, those whose roots tangled with their own will mourn their passing. Nicely conceived nicely written.
Vol

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Vol. Yes, the roots would have been tangled. I appreciate your thoughts here. I do believe the birch will grieve the cypress.

Chris

[willweb]

I can feel this poem because I always feel a special bond between me and my plants and trees and when one doesn't do well or loses its battle with life, I feel bad, take some blame and wave goodbye. Really well written Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Hello will, thank you so much for stopping by. You will understand only too well, the sadness of a loss of an old friend. A well established tree which has always been with us. There is a huge empty space this morning.

Chris

[Poetic Beauty]

Trees and plants become part of our life and part of our outdoor homes. It is sad when they are no longer at their best and must be removed

[Chris Shaw]

We have lived here for years PB. The tree has always been here. This morning there is an empty space. I feel its loss deeply. Thank you for your thoughts.

Chris

[Poetic Beauty]

It looks so different when a tree is removed. The space is so big and empty. We had to do that once with a giant red oak that was partially in the gully. A storm caused a massive branch to fall on our house and we had to use it removed. It was hallow inside. When looking off the deck it seemed odd for it not to be there

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Life is short. It is as short for the Bristlecone weathering thousands of years as it is for the delicate Luna Moth living only a week or the Mayfly born to die within 24 hours. Our own mortality flashes by like a meteor in the night. But as Joyce Kilmer observed, "I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree."

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Fabian, and how right Joyce Kilmer was with his observations. This tree will be sadly missed. This morning the empty space hurts.

Chris