Once you were born, I walked through the park until I found two trees that were growing closely together.
I watched those trees. The younger of the two grew rapidly, as you did.
A storm came one morning, unbidden and unsought. The winds pushed the smaller tree until it cracked.
Not long after, it fell to the earth. Silently.
As you did.
The other tree, left alone in a formerly beautiful space, is beginning to wither.
I walk around it and wonder: how long?
Some walk around me as well and silently wonder those same words.