A few years ago, they cut down this tree.
Probably ‘blocking someone’s light’
Because humans are like that, aren’t they?
Selfish bastards.
All about their priorities.
ME!
Anyway, for the first couple of years he looked shell shocked.
Broken.
Traumatised.
His middle, rough and raw.
His rings exposed, for all elements to seize.
His growth, violently interrupted.
Clinging desperately to his roots.
But these days, I walk past him.
He wears a groovy ivy hat.
Looks a little softer.
Blends in.
His energy is different.
Doesn’t scream at me the same.
But I wonder…...
Once someone cuts you down like that…..
Brutally
Unexpectedly
Are you able to recover something?
Anything?
And every time I pass him.
Among the shrubs and flowers.
I want to ask him.
“Excuse me, I know you look okay…..but are you……..really?”
I want to ask him.
“Does it still hurt, or are you dead inside?”
“It hurts,” he says.
“But not as deeply as the pain of the man who did this.”
this is lovely x