Jenny-fa

Whenever she is raging
She takes all life away
Haven’t you seen
Haven’t you seen
The ruins of our world…

This remembrance is long overdue.

Several months ago, I woke up one morning to the sound of electric saws and construction noises. I didn’t make much of it and drifted back to sleep. Later, I stepped out the door on the way to my bus stop and…

I loved that tree. Gentle and green-shadowed in the sun, glittering when encrusted with icicles, brushing against my window on moonlit evenings… and now it’s a forlorn stump.

I don’t have much to say after all.