The Mother Tree is Dead (Story RD)

I looked down at her casket
And I remembered what she said to me.

"There was a tree
In the middle of a forest
Not far from here.
The only thing in this
Forest that looks like it's dying.
And I see
That it's weathered beyond measure.
Nothing growing
Nothing quite like her,"
She said.

"Still, this tree won't die.
And for 16 years
She is standing for me."

I took the red rose and stared at it,
Praying.
But I can only hear her voice.
I can only see her soft skin
Her blue eyes
And her beautiful smile.
I could not see or hear anything else.

"This tree is everything to me,
She was one of my friend.
I cried on her bark when I was sad.
She allowed me to dream under
Her branches when I fell asleep.
She was someone there I can talk to.
When my dad abused me,
She was my shelter from the painful rain."

"Out of all the trees in the world
I choose her.
And when the mother tree dies,
I won't be far behind."

I looked at the horizon
As I threw the rose to her heart.
My silent tears glistening in the sunset,
I turned to loneliness
As I walked back to my car
Whispering to myself,

"The mother tree is dead."