Memory of a Tree

I look up at your silvery body,

I raise my hand to touch it.

I follow your silvery body;

Up, up, up.

You are so lively,

Never harming anyone.

I look at the black tree stump,

I lower my hand to touch it.

I feel your pain, I hear you;

Screaming, screaming.

Now you are so dead, so dead

And you suffered because you

never harmed anyone.

Never would, never could

And never breathe again.

© 2000 Nikki Harman