On imagination and the simple things in life.

The Tree

Alone

it stands.

Heavy with regret.

     The things it could have done

                    but didn’t.

Its leaves

              wilting

falling

  one

    by

      one.

Each leaf a memory

       leaving

  at  last.

Sagacious and ancient

      Omniscient

       the tree.

Saddened by                                                    abandonment.

                and the oncoming      end.

The last memory

                       falls. Nothing left.

With a whispering wind,

            the tree    

                   sighs.

   Groaning with the weight of a heavy life

                it falls

                        slowly, finally…

                                  the tree is gone.