Dead Stump

Dead
Stump
Standing
Sentinel
Guards tree that once was
Fungi break down, consuming wood
Moss and lichen drape the stump; a green burial shroud
A seed alights atop the stump
Roots dig into dead wood
Growth begins
Sapling
Grows
Life
Green
Reaching
Climbs skyward
Stretching for sunlight
Shelt’ring limbs, forest canopy
Insects, birds, animals, thrive in the tree’s protection
Years pass, seasons each in its turn
Storms, wind, erosion
Lightning strikes
Tree falls
Stump
Dead

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About Andrew

I'm a Christian, American, liberal, geeky, thoughtful, Northwest-transplanted Angeleno husband, father, and pundit who writes about anything he can think of.
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6 Responses to Dead Stump

  1. Tim Keeton says:

    Nice Fib, Andrew!

    Fib (I mean) Rhyme on!

  2. Aha… the ever renewing power of nature…. great piece, Andrew!

  3. Kavita says:

    That’s the (harsh) reality!!! Aahh…this cyclical nature of things…
    A beautiful poem, Andrew!!

  4. Andrew says:

    Thanks. It was inspired by a tree I saw on a hike this weekend. I did a bit of an illustrated essay at
    http://bluedrew.wordpress.com/2010/08/03/a-walk-in-the-woods/
    if you want to see it.

  5. Cassiopeia Rises says:

    So sad. The cycle of life and death in one of natures most wonderful creations,a tree.
    Love the flow and images. Very well done. Thanks.

    Melanie

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