I heard an ugly sawing sound
As an old oak came down.
It was the tree or the wall
That had to fall
So the old oak had to go.
Looking out my window
I see another ancient tree
Looking back at me.
It’s greenery gave me shade
During the recent heatwave.
This tree was here long before I came
And may well remain
When I am one with wind and rain.
But all things fall
In the end, however much we pretend it is not so.
This tree will go
And another grow. Well, I hope tis so.
K Morris - Poet 
It’s always sad to see a tree go. Most have been here long before the people who now live around it.
There’s an ancient horse chestnut in the centre of our town. It’s so beautiful, and has amazing bark.
I agree with you Vivienne. It is always sad to see an old tree friend go. Do you happen to know how old the tree in your town is?
No, I don’t , Kevin. Now I feel I must find out.
If you do find out the age of that tree do please let me know. I don’t know how old the Fir tree outside my living room window is either. Its a magnificent tree and goes higher than my window, which is on the second floor of a block of flats.
I’ll try to find out, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne.
We have to trust to forthgoing future. xx Michael
Indeed we do, Michael, for we can do nothing else. Thank you for commenting.