Skeleton of an acacia tree, QC
I have lost you forever,
now a silhouette in the sky,
spreading a gospel to remember
for the mindless passerby.
You lived half of your life,
earning it well with strife,
where every seed is grown.
The birds now a flock,
you bid them all the luck,
and now you are gone.
In youth you sheltered me,
I atone for your brevity,
with a thousand-and-one tree.~
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