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Spontaneous write

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

[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

[andrew mitchell]

The loss of a tree such a symbol of the garden and part of the family. Nicely written Chris.

[Chris Shaw]

So right Andrew. So many memories I of the children when they were small, of my mum and dad who would sit in our garden. The empty space this morning hurts. Thanks for stopping by.

Chris

[mae]

“but i think you’re pretty in a way that trees are pretty.” the circle of life. though this doesn’t always mean it’s the end. maybe it could be the beginning of a lifetime. :) -mabel

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, the circle of life dear Mabel. The empty space this morning hurts. Thanks for stopping by.
read moreYes, the circle of life dear Mabel. The empty space this morning hurts. Thanks for stopping by.

Chris

[mae]

I’m sorry you’re hurting Chris. If I could take that pain off your shoulders, I would. Wishing you peace and great healing from beyond. -mabel

[Chris Shaw]

You are so sweet. I’ll miss the tree, but on the bright side we had sunlight this morning where it has never reached before. Have a lovely day. 🌹

[Seriana]

Ah, the circle of life and a reverent majesty. I have always loved trees. They have their own energy and life. You've captured and ending, perhaps and unwanted fate. I enjoyed your spontaneity.

[Chris Shaw]

This morning, an empty space after years of memories of family and friends beneath its shade. Always sad to lose trees. This one was special. Thank you Seriana.

Chris

[keith]

we share amazement and respect for the tree
perhaps in defense
do we really not mean s**t to the tree
YES! our behaviors our greeds cause many a tree to die
in the end it is the tree that brings good will at the end
shelter paper food warmth ... all gifts of the tree

again your words resonate deep within me ... thanks for the reminder

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you my friend. This morning an empty space and how that hurts. This tree was a gift. I appreciate always your visits and your thoughts. All the best.

Chris