i hug her trunk and whisper
like greats mongols to a tree
let go, i let my palms rub-away
few tiny bits of bark fell off me
rattling the presence of squirell
who's been there teasing my will
creeking steps i walk away
with heavy heart, i look back
one more time, she'd be gone
borer took its toll, tree cancer
decaying slowly from inside out
hurricane will soon do the job
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