This windy morn
has left its debris on my path
the once elegant cypress
that\'s stood for years, now dead and gone
a path once filled
by the orchestra of birds hiding in its foliage
I shall overpass its fresh weeping skeleton
whilst reflecting on
oh how its shade has protected me from the hot sun
and from the unpredictable powers of
Mother Nature\'s wrath
I can tell you, we\'ve had many
after all, we still have four seasons here
soon it will be time to pot my strawberry seeds
but they\'ll never be a patch on that
magnificent cypress.