Love Dies Like a Tree

It takes a long time for a tree to die. Though its trunk be almost severed with the axe. There was plenty of sap above Then the leaves began to wither and fall though it was spring time... It takes a long time,to forget. Not to remember How to live. First the tree stops growing. It pauses,as if waiting for a message. Then,as I said, the leaves turn brown. It all takes time.Time to stop waiting The leaves drop,then the smaller branches shrivel. Humans also find that when ill, the hair may stop growing And the finger nails. We sacrifice the less important pieces of ourselves. Even the most. The small branches shrivel and dry out.... Yet the tree still looks alive. Then gradually we notice it's drying out; it's branches are parched and soon the trunk dries too. It may split in places and insects make their home there. It takes a long time before the trunk dies. From the top down it dies. The sap is too limited in quantity To climb the trunk.... So the sap stays near the ground. Eventually the whole tree seems dead Yet in the roots there is still subterranean life. The tree has died and is now brown and leaning a little sideways No longer magnificent in display. Time is all it needed After the sharp cut... And sometimes the roots are strong enough To begin to send up new shoots Another tree may grow.. I have seen that. People ,of course ,die more quickly. We have no roots. And what of love,how does love die? Like a tree,like a tree,like a tree.