Alone But Never Lonely

My tree fell near your house,
you were...Cold
so you butchered it for fuel.
But that old tree and I had seen so much,
I had nursed it through the empty winter
I had counted the leafs on its bare branches
I knew the texture of its rotten bark
I was aware of its suffering
I am glad it comforts you now
I am happy your toes are warm
I am delighted your toasting fork has a purpose