These old trees know my name
A thousand times they have seen my passing
A soft hello from me old friend
Another tearful goodbye...

The time has come to rest
Old legs are weary, the miles I have come
Just to see you again, and then
Too soon I must go... too soon

I wonder.. will they look out for me?
For a thousand seasons, awaiting my return
Only to silently weep their autumn leaves
In my memory...

Dean Evans
2-23-10