Under the Old Oak Tree

Brief acknowledgement of one I consider my friend.

Old friend I see that you are sick and withered. Have no fear old friend your passing will be mourned by all. I however, will not mourn, but will celebrate the life you once lived. For I know your spirit lies within the earth from which you came to be. Your soul has become one with the energies that surround this world and beyond. I will miss you old friend, but I will not mourn you.