The Sun shines upon your heart as I sit and sing your death song my friend.
You gave us shade in the summer. Your leaves fell four times a year as they knew no winter.
You fed the bees when you blossomed. Tomorrow they will come and find you no more and wonder where they will eat now.
Most of all in the dark of night when I was most lonely and I needed a friend you were always there to talk to.
I will miss you but your memory shall live on in the furniture I shall make from the leavings I have kept from your mighty trunk.
They will be kept by my children and their children.
Sleep well my friend. Tomorrow you go back to the Earth. Feed her.
The sun was bright.
The clouds were high.
It Was a Good Day to Die.