Sometimes...
a tree that's been there for long,
tends to be ignored
or is taken for granted

and when it suddenly falls,
after an overnight pounding,
by  a combined duo  -
the wind and the rain,
the outpouring of emotions,
visible inside my eye,
would run to pages.

There are moments, when,
such feelings,
have to be temporarily put aside,

for it offers an opportunity

to admire the thick foliage
that would otherwise be
high up, out of reach
and examine the many
delicate buds nestled inside,
which, unfortunately,
will never unfurl.

The wrenching pain returns,
as I imagine the manner in which
it was torn off
from the trunk,
with what was probably
a  loud, screeching noise,

which was masked
by the fierce thunderstorm,
that raged outside
in the middle of the night,

whilst,

I was deep inside...
the land of  Nod.