My lovely trees, I cry.
“you had been
with me for forty years.
All in an hour 
you have fallen
lie desperate
 on the ground”.

Green fronds
with heads held high 
slide down  in a wink 
 kiss the dust,
The nuts big and small
crash and break,
water spurting out.

I look at all of you 
grief stricken 
cursing my inability 
to protect you. 
I kneel down 
touch the firm 
rooted remains.

I hear a whimper
look around to find 
from where it comes,
I could not zero in 
perhaps it is from you 
while departing 
once and for all.