Nature finds her way to tell us,
the magic of a tree not meant to be
snapped about in ferocious winds
asking for a speedy demise.
He skillfully cuts here and there
the magician of lumberjacking goes about his way
and I hold the tether and feel the vibration
through my hands and touching my soul,
I always felt it was the tears of a trunk
letting me know that it was okay,
when nothing lasts forever and time is so precious,
for safety we say farewell
two stories plus tall she takes her final bow
and slips down in her place meant for cushioning the blow
she rolls once then nothing more.
I walk to her side and peer at the center
where lifeblood flowed until it didn’t
and see within her a skyline sublime
so grabbing my camera captured her,
the inner essence of her final beauty
and bid a quiet farewell with this post,
thank you for the gifts of shade
and the magic banana flowers you showered us with,
I won’t mention the billions of leaves
which gave my muscles work
raking endlessly as you continued on your way
climbing higher to the sky
before the fateful Irma day.
Our “magic banana” tree as of a few minutes ago is no longer. She snapped at the top during Irma and because she is not a strong tree (more weed tree than anything) we trimmed all week the branches and today, lopped the balance down. In her center was what looked like a skyline. Photos by me.