Around the stump, some giant leaves
Are reaching
for the sky,
In defiance
of the forces
Which allowed
that tree to die.
They grow
within a little square
Of soil in
the park,
A sister
stump in its own plot,
Alone and
looking stark.
Perhaps
those trees were felled because
Of some rare
plant disease,
But if some
saplings took their place,
It might
have helped appease.
Instead, the
stumps remind us
Of what once
stood tall and proud
And those
giant leaves announce
That Nature
will remain unbowed.
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