"A Death In The Family"

Wastage - of two, of five -
That's seven now, now eight, now nine.
Merely seeds - now they're planted,
Fell from their trees too soon.

There ought to be one more seed,
Amongst them in wet soils.
A precipitation, a pathetic fallacy,
A single, solemn sympathy.

The tree, would it grow elsewhere
More suited for its wood
(now saturated) -
It is a boat amidst mountains.

It seeks water,
To no avail
(Despite current abundance
of the fluid).

The liquid rests on the surface,
To which the shallow roots of others
Thirstily do crawl -
Its deeper roots which burrow
May find nothing moist at all.