tree-cycle. by- adventureclubviral
I lost my palms, my fronds, and lastly my wit. I stood tall for so long next to palms all along the block that i lived all my life. I was losing and dying, I was awaiting my calling, watching the younger and stronger grow ever older and taller. When the time came I was ready. While they cut me down I stayed steady- (still with my wit and the grit of withstanding the pain that a chainsaw can produce) so steady as i was cut to the ground. And packed away the same day, driven in some bags to far away. The last photograph ever taken, of me in my pieces, was from the back of a black pickup truck.