Falling Down
The insects inside you bore away
for decades, feasting on your tasty
wood as if it were a never ending meal.
Despite the damage you continued
to morph by extending your roots
and creating more rings,
rising above the majestic blue spruces,
your branches and prolific leaves
scrubbing the air around you.
While I always considered your species
a wild and ugly member of the copse,
I never imagined that on the inside
you were eaten alive by starving parasites
hell bent on sending you tumbling down.
june two thousand twelve
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Very nicely written, hope clearing away the tree worked out, and you have plenty of firewood. I’m looking with concern at some of the trees in our garden now.
Plenty of firewood for sure. Thanks so much, Björn.