A Soldier's Final Moments
He stands resolutely
Through Mother Nature’s icy siege.
His grey-brown branches reach out
To touch the brisk air one last time
And touch my soul as I sit and
he whispers his countless secrets.
Finally his jutting veins release the rock face.
His spine creeks and his single weathered leaf
utters one last phrase
With a dignity so sure that all the forest
Fell into a hush and listened.
So many stories left to share,
But no time left to share them.
Cleared away by time like all those others
Daring enough to come before him.
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