The tree stands tall reaching to the sky
a canopy of leaves and branches there so high
its hollow trunk a testament to age
its mighty girth is weakened by this stage.
The wind has moved its mighty head about
making it sway and creak and groan and shout
it has a split along its trunk severe
that opens wide and then to disappear
The weary tree is strained it creeks and groans
now doomed its trunk is like a broken bone
the canopy is blown from side to side
Its ghastly riven wound is opened wide.
Its fight to stand so proud gives trunk an ache
from ground along its trunk it has to break
and canopy will crash one day in storm
laid down to rest on soil for all to mourn.
© D Marsden 2016
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