No one sees you when you stand strong
and proudly dressed
when with the wisdom of age
you shelter and shade your benefice.
Nobody knows your history
or sees what you have seen
while sap rises within your veins
and you canopy with green.
You kept secret
the lovers who tryst
with stolen embraces.
Young kisses and lingering hands
clinging like ivy
in the shadows of early evenings
when the sap rose within their veins.
Now you lie where they once lay
in the unsheltered space, alone,
where your shadow spread.
And, exposed by saw,
revealed at last,
your silent caring heart
awaits the disintegration
that death imparts.
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