Once upon a time there was a tree
It was tall and strong for everyone to see
With the years it grew old, was no longer the best
And so the day came for its eternal rest
The bark began to peel, it left a naked trunk
No longer the tallest of all, the size had now quite shrunk
Humans decided it was time the tree should go
With saws and machines there was a trail of woe
Today there is a stump, the tree had met its foe
Before it went it dropped some seeds, and they began to grow
Nothing is endless, there will be new begins
It all will happen gradually, but the tree always wins
And here, the root spread out and a new tree comes up from the old root. I find that very comforting.
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I saw his tree often during the week and how it lost its bark. It had a fungus, and so the roots no longer spread for a new tree. Of course, I poem was fiction. I do not know if a seed really woudl germinate.
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How sad, but your last line gave me hope and made me smile.
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There are many more trees in the area, but this particular tree always stood out because of the bare trunk
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