The roots twisting around my ankles,
Locking me in place.

My feet have sunk into the earth and are flooded by the overcome of soil.
The birds and bugs make a home out of my hollows and bark,
They crawl, peck, travel, fly all around me, leaving my trunk teeming with life.
The song of nature rushes in my veins till I'm overflowing with affection for the creatures that call me home. 

I'm at the centre of their ecosystem, where their world is based. 
I hold their hopes, dreams, future and life.

Till I'm snatched from the earth
I'm so embedded in,
My roots are ripped and raw.
My body cut and clawed, 
Life slowly drips out of me.

I am reduced to a simple stump in the ground with the only purpose of creating a nuisance,
To trip up or stubble.
There are no sounds, it is silent.
All the life nature used to be teeming with is drained away, tree by tree.