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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

[Neville]

those new empty spaces need not always be filled at least not immediately, if indeed ever .. and though they are invariably mourned, as in absent friends, kith, kin or trees even .. treasure where they had once been and the light they now surely leave behind them ..

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Neville. The space is too big to ever fill. We are going to utilize the lowest part of the trunk and turn it into a garden table. On the plus side, there is light where there hasn’t been light:) Lots of lovely memories. I appreciate you.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

A very poignant poem which brings alive the birch as if we are looking at a dying person.... I am very attached to certain of our trees and when they look bare, it makes us sad, because we know time is short-lived for these beautiful creatures of nature....then they pass on...you wrote with such passion and sadness, which we all understand Chris...
Warmly, B

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Betty. It has left a huge empty space in my garden. Been there for about 85 years. On the plus side, we have more light and lots of lovely memories. So sad to lose a tree like that.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

I empathize.... You're very welcome Chris
Happy Weekend....
Warmly, B

[Kim S.]

Nature can be cruel as well as beautiful. I can feel your write, nicely presented.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Kim. There is a huge empty space this morning. 85 years old and now gone forever. Beautiful memories though.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Chris… we inherited Land with Woods in Delaware… our favorite Trees were the Birch.. it seemed as though we were in Church to worship with a Choir of Chirps by gorgeous Birds. Now we have our Memories as the new Owners now Worship there… Amen, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Dearest Pat, this morning the empty space hurts, but it will soften and the memories will always fill that space. Thank you for your visit and sharing with me.

Chris 🌹

[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