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You lived on a different plane
no eyes but seeing all the same
a towering figure always there
watching with a knowing stare
how old you were, I cannot know
or just how tall you would grow
you gave us life, you gave us food
now my children won't remember you
you offered shelter from the storm
and held new life in your arms
now the naked sky mourns as you pass
left in pieces on the grass
and I am left to sort your affairs
a mourning relative, the last one who cares
a final fire among the trees
your ashes scatter on the breeze
you have taught me about myself
a final lesson from a wise old elf
that I'm the kind of man who writes a eulogy
for an ancient apple tree.