The Fallen Tree

The tree stretched its knotted branches
Spidering out from the untidy soil pile
Gnarled fingers reaching for the road
Dried leaves clutching to the withered branches
The squat figure casting shadows on the ground

Orange tape tied around the area
Trucks with clunking, loud tools arrive
Saws bite with serrated teeth into the trunk
A deafening crash as the ancient tree falls

A tiny sapling in place of the aged veteran
Growing in that same pile of soil
Reaching once again to the sky