On the last day I went walking through a forest;

Speaking to the trees.

Great strong trees that listened to my fears,

And rustled some soft applause…

For they understood.



The powerful mighty oak gave me first a leaf

Showing Autumn’s sleep,

Then an acorn to plant where I wished

To see new life full flowing…

For just a short while.



The aged wind, it blew a kiss onto my cheeks

Drying away tears…

Caressing through my grey tussled hair…

And then it too was taken…

Fast and fleet away.



The silver birch bent low, down towards my tired head

Passing me his seeds…

A million in one catkin, he said…

Then wept, as they all were dead -

As I soon would be.



I lay me down to take my last and final breath

Beneath a dark sky,

Shaded by the understanding trees...

And proudly walked head held high

Straight, as was my right.



Now, each day I plant a kiss on my children’s lips,

Whilst they sleep at night…

And guide my lover each and every day

Towards life’s new beginning…

When, too, comes her day…

...where the acorn grows.



© Griffonner 2025