#1652-Tree

Quiet, early mornings,

When orange skies,

Fill up with memories,

Of days gone by.

When he was still around.

Gently drifting through time,

Waiting for Freedom Day

To arrive.

A hard, sad journey to see,

Yet Nature’s way,

For life-lessons to be believed.

The scent of his tree,

Lingers on.

But it’s especially hard,

On cool, clear mornings,

When no one’s around,

And there’s only silence

To be found.