A Poem As Lovely

The tree is coming down today. I’m glad that I didn’t find out until about late last night – I haven’t had to spend the days thinking about it. As I get older I give myself permission to feel sad about silly things. Oh, I know, it’s just a tree. I know that we have taken pictures and we can’t find the little boy who planted it, and we will take the wood and it must come out.

I will say good bye and leave for work, and when I come home it will be gone. Mr. Spit will oversee the fence removal and the tree removal and the payment and I want no part of it. The tree is dying. It looks worse now than it did in the spring when we made the decision. The tree is has gall and mites and it cannot be saved. It is not even sensible to try.

I am sad.

It was a lovely poem of a tree.

a tree sprite will be homeless tomorrow.


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5 Responses to A Poem As Lovely

  1. brown owl says:

    It’s okay to feel sad when losing a tree.
    They are such wonderful characters! They start slender and trembling supported by stakes and ties; grow strong with the years, the weathering and storms; and in old age become fragile, twisted, broken and in the end are felled by time.
    Not so very unlike the humans they shelter.
    Saying goodbye to a tree is like saying goodbye to a much loved friend.

  2. HereWeGoAJen says:

    I’m sorry.

    It’s nice to find someone else who knows about tree sprites too though.

  3. a says:

    I don’t know about tree sprites…does this mean you will have to plant some new trees to provide a new home?

    Sorry your tree couldn’t be saved. Gall is the worst!

  4. Kristin says:

    {{{Hugs}}}…I love that you feel this way because I was so upset when the city insisted a tree of ours had to come down.

  5. I think that I will never see,
    a poem as lovely as a tree

    Sorry, sad to hear of the demise of the tree.

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