About me

Thursday, June 9, 2011

There was a time


There was a time I stood tall and proud, greening, growing, a proper home for singing birds. That was then. What happened remains a mystery. I just woke up like this. Charred and dried. A stump with roots hanging useless above the ground. The soil around me barren save but a few struggling weeds.

I await the beast who will rub to scratch, and perhaps that will break the last root and push me to the ground where hungry insects might gather after a rain to hasten my return to the earth, my rebirth to perhaps get it right the next time.

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