Resignation

The old tree was to be cut down; for years it had stood among its green neighbors conspicuous by its lack of verdure, with hoary moss on grey flanks, and thin scrawny arms swaying in the breeze.

The smoke from the Autumn fire in the clearing passes in blue clouds over the low hills, as the old tree without sadness awaits its turn to kindle the hungry flames, knowing that its ashes will remain a part of the land, and give new life to others.