Raj!!! how good to see you here! Are you recently returned, or have I missed?
I typed a long reply that mysteriously vanished before I could hit "post," and even "control + z" will not restore it.
So.... I love your poems and your communing with trees, @owasco, and am reminded of a Carl Sagan book which explained the universal falling-dream dates back to our ancestors who slept in trees. (I always hated the rock-a-bye baby song with the bough breaking, "and down will come baby, cradle and all").

After the epic storm of 2020 and the vast area (how many square miles??) losing more than half of our mature trees, I have great respect for the ones that didn't fall, and am ever mystified at how one sturdy, mighty oak toppled, while another held firm.

The pines - hardly any of them remain. Those that do are battered.

You get to move back to a place where after all these years and milestones, the tree of your childhood still stands (you've verified this, right?) - that's so cool! Only this week, a pine tree from my childhood went down in a storm. (It's in that post about my mom losing power and finishing the canning of the tomatoes over an open fire.)

Trees have their own internet system underground, but that is a topic for another post, and it's old news by now. Still cool, though!
Thanks for this tribute to a tree and may it be there for you for many years to come.