Tree, seen from the hospital window
From the window of your room I see
on horizon's edge, a single tree
It will remain when you are free
of earthly roots.
Others have stood in this place before,
have seen that tree, want nothing more
than to shatter nature's primal law
that life must end.
Is that far tree as lonely as I feel?
If not forever then could I steal
a few more days, a vain appeal
for precious time.
The time has come, now I must go
you briefly wake, and I surely know
that though the tree does thrive and grow
it too will die.
Tim Fellows Easter 2019
Image by M. Roth from Pixabay
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