Fall of September

​​​​​​​September sixth, 2013; I remember asking you, if you could be anything in this whole entire world, what would you be? You turned to look at me with your gentle eyes and your response was hesitant as you whispered "I think I'd be a tree." As those words left your precious mouth, so did the tears from my eyes as I was struggling to read that familiar name on the obituary trying to figure out if it was reality or just me going crazy.     My loved one, you were always a tree and now I can see, but you've fallen in the woods where you once stood so tall with me; reaching for the blue skies and swaying gracefully, your leafs began to wither and dull as they fell to the ground along with you taking everything you and I once knew, along with the roots that once grew. However, a seed remains as your memory is forever in the wind and earth to be continued.