Spreading Ashes

This sentinel, with roots that grip the soil, A continuum witness of seasons' endless toil. Through storms and sun, a beacon in the breeze, once a life of strength, among the ancient trees. But time, marches, and its sharp axe will fall, gently splitting, as life begins to stall. The leaves, once vibrant, start to turn to gold, a final chapter of this story must be told. Ash branches weaken, and the bark begins to fray, slowly descending, on life's departing way. The roots, though anchored, loosen their embrace, as nature's cycle finds its destined space