Maybe maple or birch,
it’s wild, leafy and twisted.
Lush green with strong branches.
The roots are spread wide,
across states and borders,
oceans and rivers,
but rooted deep in New York.
Too many leaves browned 
and fallen to the ground.
We buried one this week.
No matter how far I am from its roots,
I’ll always be sheltered by 
the shadow of its love.