THE SPECIAL TREE

'Remembering'  by  Trish

That tree was so beautiful, why on earth did I ask
the man to cut it down? Like a lovely ornament, all winter,
it sat there, its bows raised, like out stretched arms. In spring its leaves were like giant green paper hands, and seemed to spread out, in a jolly greeting.
When autumn came, the leaves fell and lay there,as a blanket  of green, that slowly turned the color of burning paper, then finally,  turned to a charred black. That tree was so beautiful.

Tushie   1987