in summer time beneath its shade
my children drank their lemonade
its branches stretched its branches swayed
in garden safety there they played
this cypress gifted tiny cones
for me it represented home
it stood there proudly on its own
my children now are fully grown
all living things on earth must pass
this friend of mine has breathed its last
my grey eyes now are downwards cast
a drawn out death prolonged not fast
and soon i’ll witness from my door
an empty space forever more