A hickory tree sprouting out of the ground.
A new baby tree, it’s strength still waiting to be found.
This hickory tree continued to grow.
Stronger and taller alongside of the road.
Years and days passed as the Hickory continued to thrive,
Monitoring the safety of all who drove by.
This Hickory took pride in protecting those who passed under his shade
He rather enjoyed his duty of protecting both night and day.
But then one day the Hickory began to feel weak.
He knew it was the help of humans that he must seek.
For days and months the Hickory tried to get our attention.
But the leaning Hickory was rarely a topic of mention.
He tried and tried with all his might
To let us know that he was losing his fight.
The Hickory leaned further towards the road he once protected,
He knew he would inevitably cause harm if his poor condition continued to be neglected.
The Hickory wept because he knew the end was near
And falling on a driver was what he most feared.
Then one night the Hickory’s fear came true…
He lost his rooting and landed on a car as it was passing through.
That night proved fatal for not only the tree,
But also for the driver, a brown-haired girl who was only nineteen.
The seventy-foot Hickory crashed right through her windshield.
All of her hopes and dreams shattered, never to be fulfilled.
Such a beautiful life, stolen right there and then
Leaving so many hearts broken, never to mend.
An accident they called it, and a bizarre one at that
But it could have been prevented, and that’s a fact.
The Hickory tried so hard to seek help
But he was ignored until the night that he fell.
Day after day he leaned over the road
Trying to get help from those who drove below.
But no one stopped to notice the sick Hickory,
So now my sister is dead…killed by a falling tree.
The pain of missing her is greater than any word can describe
And we will be tortured with this pain for the remainder of our lives.
So here we are, just trying to make sense
Of this excruciatingly painful turn of events.
This story may seem too unlikely to be true,
But it happened to my sister and it could happen to you.
Now that you’ve read this story through to the end,
I will leave you with some advice, please share it with friends.
The next time you see a tree leaning toward the road,
Just think of this story and remember that trees too can grow weak and old.
So do something about the next sick tree that you pass,
Because if it were to fall, then this day could be your last.
In memory of my amazing Kacy. I’ll be missing you.
Love, your big sister.