When Death leads to Beauty

When a tree is cut down...

When Death leads to Beauty

 

Goodbye, old Maple tree of Mine,

In heaven, you are a bright Cherry Blossom Tree

With pink petals flowing into the winds of space

And time,

Wrapping the sun's rays as you grow fuller

And prettier like Spring after the Winter ice

To flourish and thrive without outer struggles

To be radiant with prosperity while spreading your

Branches of glowing opulence in maturing blooms.--J. E.  Cook 2018

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The death of a tree, we have known a lifetime. Does create sadness dear Josie. I felt the sadness in the words for the loss of a tree. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Josie.

[R.E. Ray]

Lovely poem and painting. Such sharp, vivid imagery here. I like the transformative, lasting imagination you convey in this poem. Memories and imagination are gifts that can bring hope and peace.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Thanks so much.
It is my painting, too.
memories are often difficult and some are bittersweet.