One Windy Morn

This windy morn
has left its debris on my path
the once elegant cypress
that's stood for years, now dead and gone
a path once filled
by the orchestra of birds
hiding in its foliage
I shall overpass its
fresh weeping skeleton
whilst reflecting on
oh how its shade has protected me from the hot sun
and from the unpredictable powers of
Mother Nature's wrath
I can tell you, we've had many
after all, we still have
four seasons here
soon it will be time
to pot my strawberry seeds
but they'll never be a patch on that
magnificent cypress.

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Comments
A Lovely Tuscan morning with a touch of sadness. I hope a new tree will grow soon. Nice Write. 🌲
Almost anything can grow if we allow it, thank you so much dear B.S 🌹
Hello Shirley...
Never say Never?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong Ice Queen
Thank you so much dear Sparrowsong. 🌹
For me this is a write of sadness of things gone but hope for things to come. Some lovely lines Shirley... hugs x
Hello dear Marion, we have all lost and we shall all gain. 🌹 The year doesn't look so good for our world. 🌹