It is home with you

Here beneath the pines.

I wait in the dappled light

Hoping you’ll be back soon.

I cannot wait 

To greet you tonight

And leap into your open arms.

You’ve been here

A hundred years or more.

Indestructible, eternal,

Though fire has marred your bark.

The air is filled

With the chainsaw’s roar,

But I am safe near your roots.

Surely, you will rise.

Surely, this is not the end.

Your head bleeds, your heart slows,

But you’re stronger than that.

I wait silently

For you to breathe again

And watch your eyes go dim.

I wait, I wait, I wait.

I wait, I wait, I wait.

It is dark.

I don’t know what they want.

It is dark.

They will pack their guns at dawn.

It is dark.

With weary eyes, I watch the stars.

It is dark,

But you cannot be gone.