Cedar

Rumor has it that the guy across the street has died.
I didn't know him at all,
what with the quarter-mile driveway,
and no place to meet, ever.

Someone still cuts the ten-acre lawn,
with a four-blade riding mower and a big headset.
It's a beautiful property, and until recently,
I was wishing I was him.

An enormous cedar leans skyward,
halfway up the driveway,
while the house rests upon the hill,
emerging out of the forest.

I went out and had a chat with the cedar.
I was surprised to find that it cared.
I will never move, he said, and I can only hope
that someone like him will enjoy me, 
not cut me down for one more breath of space.