You struggle through drought to provide
us with the comfort of summer shade

You provide us with beauty
of flowers and the bounty
of fruit and nuts

You deserve to rest for Winter

Sweet dreams, I will miss you.

You're not here to tell,
for me or anyone to tell,
to honor directly,
So I say: nice hat
    to the guy on a bench,
great smile
    to the mother of an enchanting toddler,
wonderful music
    to the proprietor of a tiny store,
I say these things because
they are true
and because I can say to them
all the things I can never again
say directly to you.