Big tree, you are a dark, old man
With flaming hair,
Streaks of gold,
and the confidence of age.
Your sons and daughters
Mimic you and form
An impressionistic landscape.
I am impressed.
We came here just for you,
But you are heading out,
Fading into the night.
Don't leave so soon!
A black metal rail
Separates our families.
No touching, please!
Let us pass in peace.
We walk on in autumn's hue,
Gathering up what's left of
Brittle life and watching
As yours flutters away.
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