Perfect Tree Remembered

We will miss you,

Oliver Tree.

You were the perfect Tree

roots in rebellion, branches in wonder,

leaves trembling with the strange beauty

only

you could grow. You walked the world like a question

wrapped in denim and defiance

You turned chaos into art

and sorrow into a punchline sharp enough to heal.

You’re not ugly, you’re perfect,

You’re the man who turned

awkwardness into art, and pain into

something we could dance to.

You were the perfect Tree,

honest, odd, and beautifully human.

Your spirit lingers like sunlight

through late-evening branches,

soft, golden, unforgettable. Thank you for growing wild,

thank you for growing true.

They will carve your name into the sky,

Oliver Tree, the boy who became a storm,

unbroken by the wind,

unbent by the world.

Go on, strange hero.

The earth remembers your footsteps.

And we, we remember your fire.

Perfect

Tree.