There are some things in life that we have to accept
One being that not all things can last forever
As a tree that gives us the shade and pleasure
Many die way too soon, even when close by a river.
We can care for it the best we know how
We can supply all the care as it grows
But whether natural or damage or something else
Too often it withers, for what reason who knows.
Too often those we care for in our life
Will succumb as did the tree to pass away
Try as we might to keep that love alive
There comes a time with nothing left to say.
So we mourn the passing though we still miss it
Who knows if another will ever grow in its place
Memories and pleasures will keep it alive at times
Then we store them away and turn away our face.