A stump remains,
Roots buried deep,
Remembering the pain
Of a chains biting teeth.
Once tall and proud,
Split crown and vibrant leaf,
Tumbled to the ground
To lay 'neath booted feet.
A moment of silence,
As the sun sets in the west,
For this fallen giant,
Now laid to its rest.
Fitting there's none to be had for me,
This wielder of saws,
This slayer of trees,
More work to be done,
To build home, and be free!
