Heartwood

Euphoric is the reward of my reach Tasting the light, oh so sweet Touching the face of what man cannot see, Is the joy of my days, short though they be Under my boughs the children played Shelter for them, I proved to be I now cast my seeds in the streams of the wind To carry on long after me Let no one be sad at the sound of my fall I'm just laying down in times bed Though I still stood erect many years without leaves The fact of the matter, I have long been dead Yet, euphoric was the reward of my reach