A mighty tree enters the world slowly.
First a quiet seed,
bursts forth in golden spring
and grows, day by day, inch by inch
until it fills the sky
Branches embracing the sun
When a mighty tree leaves the world
it happens suddenly.
A rapid, crashing moment.
A powerful storm or chainsaw
And a hole is ripped in the sky
You feel the loss, and miss the shade
And very slowly fill the void.
So great souls enter your life
Slowly, moment by moment.
By the sharing of nurturing experience.
And depart just as suddenly
leaving you exposed by their loss.
A sunlit meadow, awaiting spring.