Saturday, November 10, 2012

Goodbye, Tree

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree. 

 - Joyce Kilmer

We had funeral for our tree this past week and on Thursday, they came and chopped her down.  We will miss her, but she was full of disease.  There is a hole in our yard and in our hearts...but soon, we will plant a new tree and the circle of life will continue.