The tall elm tree was wide and proud.
I am not alone in my memories at its feet.
I still remember a very sad day.
The winds were cold as the tree grew weary.
Suddenly, my memories were cut short.
Later, I learned of a tragic disease.
I did not see the signs that my father knew.
Life was draining away from the tree’s heart.
I was pulled away by a sacrifice of its wood.
For many years I could only see the tree’s fall.
Now I have more balance.
This trees death was just a moment.
W. Wayne B.