Blue on the red hill.
A fallen one has come to rest.
Knew the weather of averages, the yin and yang of time.
Anguished, over after 4,000 years of enduring.
Dies in a deluge, washed out the roots,
revealing this face of persistence.
Wild flowers bloomed in memory of the tree’s spirit,
yellow blossoms burst.
MR Stuik 2017