The Give Of A Tree.

Sunshine lined

path for miles

get me to

the tree 

that saved my life.

Exchanging

the breath

that fuels

our being,

this is our goodbye. 

Placing a 

flower

at the bottom

of the chipped

brown trunk.

Your whirling branches

protect me

against the

valleys foils

and 

mountain tears. 

Calling out

to the field of

Alpine Aster 

to hold me close

as I cried for

epic losses

in my soul. 

Speaking 

through

a Blue Jay's 

whisper

my eyes full of 

needle buds

and waters of hope.

I survived.

With the give

of this

tree.