THE TAMARACK TREE

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 Looking out my window
 I see I am losing
 My Tamarack tree
 Why is nature choosing you?
  
 You started out small
 A beautiful transplant
 Have lived through several seasons
 Now treat me so indecently 
  
 There will be a vacancy
 Another hole in my heart
 Can a beautiful tree betray me?
 I wouldn’t have guessed at the beginning
  
 But now your needles give hint
 Not green but a golden brownish tint
 Shall I wait the year out and
 In the spring give it a fresh start?
  
 Hope for renewal; a real hope
 Failure will insure that we must part
 I’ll talk to you; coax you along
 Will you please survive and be my song
  
 Stanski
 September 1, 2019 ^