A fallen old friend.

I picked up a piece of wood from a fallen tree on sisters island(above- its been edited). Our campsite was always located in the shade of this big casuarina which stood head and shoulders above the others in the grove. Anyway in May as we turned the final bend on our approach to camp i was really taken back to see my old friend with only part of its trunk left standing, struck down by a sumatran squall on the eve of my birthday no less( so i was advised by the island cleaners). Anyone who has gone to sisters island with me will know the tree i am talking about.
Things change. everytime you blink and open ur eyes things have changed its in the nature of this world of ours that always from the old must spriing the new and i'd like to think thats what has happened here. If i could thank the old bugger i would say thanks for , thanks for stopping a large portion of rain from drowning us and thanks for keeping us safe in your sheltered embrace.