I hoped he was not there long ago to cut me down,
I hoped he was not there long ago to cut me down, as he was tough and gruff with a frown, his gloveless hands felt rough against my bark, and the sun was going down as it was almost dark,
although a warmth came over me, as his touch put me briefly at ease,
although a warmth came over me, as his touch put me briefly at ease, but perhaps he was just searching for my softest section to chop I had thought?
however, I have lived a good life providing perches and oxygen,
however, I have lived a good life providing perches and oxygen, so I shouldn't be afraid to drop where I stood,
maybe his family just needed warmth that I could provide as firewood?
Then he had an object in his grasp as he practiced his swinging,
I was scared in that moment and the sap oozed from with in me,
making my bark and his hands sticky...
I was at first afraid of the man long ago, who I thought was going to chop me down,
but now I'll miss that man as he is laid into the ground,
He was my friend and I cherished his children,
as they climbed high in my branches, playing amongst my leaves,
so now I will cherish and shade his grandchildren, who still swing from the rope and tire that he tethered to me, on that evening,
when I became a member of his family.