Tree Stumps

 There are sadder things than a grove of trees that have been cut down

Desecrated really

But somehow the look of it

The death of it

Speaks of the saddest moments to me

Today when I saw one

It was in town

And I had enjoyed it so much

Over time in the Springs and Autumns

And it was gone

Just like that

And it reminded me of so many moments

Where I have seen the remains of a tree

And I have remembered so many other sad things

There have been so many trees that have mattered to me

That I have not forgotten

And when they have been taken

I have not forgotten

And I wanted to write that down