| Mortality The day held by the regularity of minutes, one following the other none retreating or competing only constant motion round and round until the crash broadcast the giant cedar had been struck and was falling down and down. None of those surrounding could impede enough arrest the loss of this one now vacating its ground anchored there so long, now exposing the midnight sky above the forest floor holding this one that would not see the the lake-blue sky of morning light coming with the dawn to grow those still standing, their time not finished running down. |