Tuesday, October 19, 2010
There in the yard an old linden tree lay... uprooted and split at the base. The leaves, still green, gave off an eerie death rattle in the breeze. She had survived a fungal infection to her distal branches, and a wire noose that someone harnessed into her trunk, and a glancing lightening strike that rendered a small patch of her bark bruised purple, and yet it only took one gust of wind to push her over the edge. A sprinkling of young weeds had already claimed the territory surrounding her uprooted base... life continues.
This tree hugger offered a prayer of thanks for her years of service to the birds that sought refuge under her outstretched limbs and said a fond farewell... her remains will be cremated in a farmers wood-burning stove and life will continue around her former dwelling place.