posted on Aug, 5 2012 @ 06:31 PM
I still remember that day so long ago when the chilled wing sang its' song of welcome.
You were so small then, so helpless and innocent and beautiful. I remember all the passsing
seasons when you would play so joyfully beneath my aging branches. You had such a creative
imagination back then. You were so vibrant and full of life. Oh how we both enjoyed the scurrying,
comical squirrels that raced around scolding the cats beneath, the bright sunlight that shone
through my dappled leaves, all the moments of serenity spent here.
I remember so many years of life, love, laughter, tears and philosophies that you shared.
I wondered if you knew how truly insightful you were, even at a young age. You really were an
inspiring and wise soul.
I remember too, when you aged, how you fought like a warrior against all the changes and
challenges that were ever present. It was such a struggle of frustration and determination.
After a while, after the losses of the life of loved ones and special creatures that you shared
your life and home with, after the struggle of a body that had lost its' beauty and youth,
the sadness overwhelmed and changed you.
I didn't blame you then. I always wished you well. I always wished you could have my
strength and courage to carry on, but you couldn't hear me. You didn't know.
One day, they brought you to me, your ashes, what was left of you. I knew then that the real
you was somewhere else, somewhere better. Your pain and suffering were gone. I reached
high into the open sky and waved my branches. Thousands of waving leaves wishing
you love on your new journey. I remember. I remember you.