Giving Life and Trees

Robert, you gave us your life.  And how unfair I only give trees?  Digging earth and working the soil feels peaceful. I plant trees to see whether the Earth will let them grow and flourish.  Is watching trees grow nature's way of remembering the love you miss and the person you lost?  Trees are my shrine to remind me how I nurtured you.  Passersby see only a silent unmarked tree, and think of four seasons.  If only - if you were here, to become strong and stately too.  I will watch and care for the trees.  Hopefully someday I will go to meet you, and some trees will live on.  Robert, I miss you.