Weeks before I was warned.
Weeks before the bellows grew.
The aches were heard,
the awareness of the end.
A dance of groan and give,
groan and give.

Prepare for the attack!
They are coming with chainsaws
and they see along the line.
Please be aware! Know yourself!
I won't be here for ever.
My time is set… My cycles end intended.
Please, child, please, listen.
You have opened your heart
to me.
I trust you now.
Now trust me.

The groaning, weeks before,
alerted me to an impending date.
A date with death.
The hit was felt.
The after effect to follow the days.
The whole in the sky to be foreign
for the days.
Feeling exposed, and alive!
Alive to witness the
death of A Giant.

The crash is overwhelming.
The day is too heavy.
The time draws near.
I will miss you my dear.
I pray to thee and ask you
to watch over me.
Please do not leave me.
Lay new roots with me.
I'll dance and I'll sing
and commit. You trust me.
You know me. We stand the test
as one.

Groan bellow with the wind tone
We stand the test as one.
We release the pressure,
the melancholic low vibrational hum…
the presence of absence, lost here.
She joins her friend, leaving behind
fragments
to be reborn,
cradled, in my hands. I will call
on the Mother Earth within
to breath life again.

We never end! she screams as she crashes to the ground.
Her resting place. My final vision
of my friend.