Re: The Hardwood Floor

Your canopy was once home to a hawk
You grew taller and taller
And sheltered the forest floor with your girth
Then an ax was taken to your side
And you came crashing down to the ground
An old rotten stump is your burial mound
The only vestige of the day you died
You were the beauty of the earth
Your branches once held leaves of color
Now, they support my feet as I walk