There are people like me who dare to become
attached to and sometimes choose to speak
to plants and trees that are as lonely as me.
Trees live for years and years I believed and
had no concern it would bring me to my knees
and leave as everyone and everything I’ve ever
loved has gone and done.
Taking with them a piece of my heart until what
remained became hard without any regard, and
ceased to beat, until this tree blocked the blazing
Arizona sun from burning me.
Like me, the tree didn’t have a beating heart.
I watched it grow from a sapling to a 30 foot
tall mighty Elm that shed tons of leaves in
Raking them became a chore, until I looked
at my now naked tree and worried how it
would survive winter’s cold. I wished and
prayed that spring would hurry and soon come.
The remaining piece of my heart softened as I
worried that snow and wind would be too much for
a Chinese tree with a crown of gold that’s not compatible
with extreme cold.
I became emotionally involved and fell in love
with my Chinese Elm and did all that I could
to keep it safe and alive, but it died on me at
the age of 21,
taking the last piece of my heart with it. I cut what
remained into pieces that would fit into a fire, stacked
them into a high pile and saw the heavens smile.
When my time comes, I’ll lay atop the funeral pyre,
and we’ll travel together to that place in heaven where
the heartless go.