I understand the needs of civic offices
I know a dying tree can drop a branch
Or topple whole upon some hapless passer by
But my heart grieves for your passing.
You and your siblings were guardians of this street
Every morning you witnessed my passing
Along with so many other busy humans.
Tenderly you gave us shade
Releasing the breath of life
Even as you drank in ours
My heart is humbled by your generosity.
I hope in death you have the opportunity
To pass on your precious nutrients
That your spirit may live on through other beings.
I hope the one who cut you down
Opened their heart to your glory
And gave thanks for your magnificent life
As I do.