A 50-foot tall Eucalyptus tree was felled this morning in my neighborhood. It was necessary but painful.
When morning comes
death will be close behind.
The brown metal gate will open
to allow killing machines
access to the one who waits,
clothed in soft green raiment,
looking down upon the
gathering company and
their death devices.
He has stood proudly
for many years,
sapling to soaring giant
who offers thoughtful rest
to all who sit at his feet
in the generous gift of shade.
Owl, a nightly visitor,
watches with the stars.
Songbirds, nestled in his arms,
prepare their morning concert
while dusky green leaves wave
at the moon.
Peaceful elegance fills
the world.
Yet morning’s inevitability brings
sounds of whirring blades and
muted voices approaching
to pronounce the last blessing
before the first cut.
Now he will return to the earth
like all living things,
perhaps to return another day
with gifts of shade and
shelter and sacred beauty.
Shining Spirit 
Beautiful….I am waiting for a bound copy of your magnificent poetry.
Depending on the outcome of the annual meeting tomorrow, I may be looking for another church. Any suggestions?
Jim
Owl and songbirds seek their place –
A replacement tree
Not quite the same
But soon a familiar, supporting home.
Beautiful, Roger. Really very lovely and thought-filled. Thanks for sharing.