goodbye to a tree

There are at times, 

And maybe you've seen some too,

trees that stand along the road -

long trees, strong trees,

trees that swayed as our fathers drove.

And now today, when the tree falls,

a little sigh  comes out -

in pain and love that the tree lived through

in memory of watching it

greeting the ones who drove past.

I never knew that tree,

and yet I loved it there on the road

and now a gap lays

where the giant senile tree once stood

and I am sad I never said goodbye.