I looked up at that aging tree..

..that tree twisting and turning, old and decrepit, near death next to that deep dark ocean...and i thought, in that moment...just in that moment..

The possibility of life sustained in that tree.

Tears came rolling down the hills of my cheeks.
No, not because of the death of this remarkable creation,
But at the beauty of life sustained, and life lost.
Oh, to live solely in that tree forever.

Perfectly content in my old dying tree next to the churning sea.