Tree Stump

The tree stump sits elegantly

In its patch of the garden,

Proudly supporting a bird house,

A small statue and fungi

In sartorial splendour.



Weathered, roughened bark

Twists around this aged stump-

Texture adding such interest

And character that I am fascinated

By the wrinkled, furrowed oldster.



Oh, the tales that it could relate

Of when it was a young sapling

Experiencing the seasons' joys,

The rising sap each spring,

The heady life rushing through its limbs!



Each season held its splendours

And it fully experienced all,

Bearing witness to Nature surrounding it

In all phases - flora and fauna:

Grandpère Arbre, overseer.



Ancient stump - you still have a function.

You - truncated, craggy, gnarled

Still support the surrounds beautifully

And add to the ambiance of the yard

And my life.


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