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Kind of reminds me of this beautiful poem:
"...And I will leave. but the birds will stay, singing:
and my garden will stay, with its green tree,
and its white water well...
Many afternoons the skies will be calm and blue,
and the bells in the belfry will chime,
like they're chiming this very afternoon.
The people who have loved me will die,
and the town will burst anew every year.
And in the corner of my green, flowering whitewashed garden,
my spirit will wander nostalgic from tree to well.
And I will leave,
and I'll be lonely, without a home,
without a green tree, without a white water well,
without calm and blue skies...
And the birds will stay, singing."
-"El viaje definitivo", Juan Ramón Jiménez
There's a pretty good chance the house I grew up in will be bulldozed to build a condo complex. The 100+ year-old oak tree might survive, but more than likely it'll be cut down, as will the maples and the plum tree.
The birds will move on.