Quiet Eulogy

What if I had survived, you ask?

What beauty of color

My growth would have remained.

What grand presence might my bark have portrayed.

What gentle whispers I would have had with fellow trees.

What open arms my limbs would have been to the sun.

What journeys the squirrels and birds would have continued.

What reward I would have continued to give to the poet

Gazing upon my ballet of service

With arabesques and tango moves of love.

Yet…

Even as my core of life is gone

My roots may receive another chance.

A part of my life has moved on

My ash is now but particles afloat  

Searching for continuance of existence.