An Ash tree in the garden is being taken down because it is too close to the house and its crown was also reaching wide. The branches (which some say look like witches fingers) were scraping on the upstairs landing window.
I feel like it should have an epitaph to mark its removal…
Here stands the limbs of Ash, waiting to be felled, the rest of it, long branches and twigs, already gone, resting on the ground, used as fuel, burnt in stoves.
Ash is now ashes. Time has ticked…
That tree once tiny, New, planted from a seed. Moved with us from our former home when we came here, planted with love, 2 foot high… grew with us..
Tick…but time moves on… Tock.
Witches fingers scratch the glass. It only took 25 years, Ash is tall now, many stemmed, reaching out and up. I wish tall, slender tree, that you could stay, but your leaves block light and Sun.
Your TIME has come, I am sad indeed. But you are only one, a Walnut bearing fruit stands near, two Cherry trees, one Pear. There are small Apple trees with blossom on, their fruit now soon to bear.
I see you cut down, still quite young, I do feel pain indeed. I know that Oak and Plum and Holly also grow out there. Perhaps you will forgive the blade that took your mighty crown and understand my tears. It is a moment’s work to take away your years.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock…..
My life has sped, as you have grown, the time has gone so fast … in so few years and yet long…then mine will also end.
I’m not really good at verse, and putting my feelings into words is difficult in this situation. I want to describe how sad I am to have the tree removed, but it will allow light in. The area under it has always been ever shady. There is also deep shade from a holly tree, and further down the garden a large laurel bush. I want to get more flowers in for the bees. But I will miss the Ash…. I know its a tree, not a person, but we are all cut down by time…seed, sapling, mature tree, then possibly the disease of age takes over…and our time too will be done.