Wrath of Trees

The smell of fresh trees
Is hastily taking me
To where no one sees
 
Possible to feel
The presence that’s lingering
Living in the trees
 
My chest rises up
With a gasping breath of wind
A gift from above
 
A mighty presence
Stood your ground for many years
Fallen down, entwined
Succumbed to fungi
 
Pushing air and leaves
Sweet and sour decaying trees
Stench uplifts my mood
Startling, not rude
 
Sending my spirit
To a place it now calls home
Oh sweet and sour trees
You'll live on through me
And I'll live on through thee