The screaming sound of a chainsaw
rips through the spring air
I stand by the window
and watch my tree
The tree that I grew up with
who grew older with me
The tree that sat in my backyard
since the day we had moved into the house
The tree whose dead leaves we raked up in the fall
and whose green buds we admired in the spring
The first tree I ever climbed to the top of
and the first tree I ever fell out of
The tree that held my swing and me
through summer, spring, and fall
The tree whose roots were intwined
with a graveyard of past pets
The tree that housed a dove’s nest for three years straight
and sent six little doves out into the world
The tree my cat found his way up into
and who I had to rescue
The tree that gently swayed in the ocean breeze
which sent a rustle through the leaves
The tree for squirrel meetings
and evening owl perches
The tree whose shade sheltered me
on those sunny sumer days
The tree that was such a part of my life
that I couldn’t ever imagine not having it in my yard
So as I watched it fall to the ground with a sickening thud
I knew a part of my life would be forever missing