The Lonely Tree – Waiting at Heaven’s Door

The Lonely Tree – Waiting at Heaven’s Door

Surrounded by artificial flowers and plastic wreaths, the lonely tree survives each year the pain and sorrow it sees every day they come to the cemetery to visit they relatives who passed away. It stands next to the headstones that pave the way to heaven’s door.

Stoned scripts recall the names of memories once alive and filled with stories that could bend some ears as buried here underneath the ground, are soldiers, villains, and heroes all buried here together without any prejudice, bias or hatred sworn. 

The little red white and blue with starts and stripes flags show mass respect, the words echo their lives and the weather beats their plots. Daily rain or snow, the lonely tree watches from afar, the coming of the horde of black carriages in a funeral advance, arriving with another casket, another soul and another body to bury once more. 

This tree, standing there like a guard at the Unknown Soldier’s tomb, never succumbs to the pressures around it, as its roots grab a hold of more dirt than some, as it vigilantly witnesses and watches the dead and the living come.It knows respect, it has humility and it has honor. Each day it lives it stands tall and brings us closer to heaven’s door. The man in the black hat, the lady dressed in black, the flag softly folded, the widow’s cry and the children’s tear, are all forever noted throughout the years. 

This lonely tree, it is not human as it cannot cry, the reason why it was planted here amidst the other dead is something we don’t know why. But it stands to reason that this tree, although it seems to be standing alone, is part of the scenery when men, women and children, come home to see their maker’s door and sit on heaven’s floor. 

So you see, this tree is seldom lonely for there is a death at least once a day as the mortuary doors stay open day and night. There is so much black, so much darkness but rarely, does the tree sense any level of fear or fright each day and every night.

Instead it finds solace, a genuine peaceful feeling, with a billion stars above and shooting stars flying by in the vast universe we call the sky. Some days cloudy, some days clear and standing there every minute, every second and every day of the year.

Standing there strong and unbreakably tense, within the world’s madness, it finds a strange tranquility, unexplained as it is, for humans die each and every day and this tree will live forever or until they pull its roots out of the ground to make room for another door.