Tribute To A Log
We have all written of love
The happiness of a child
And the sadness of a loss
We see what others don’t
Beauty and darkness everywhere
Still, we missed a beauty of its own
Born in the deepest forest
It gave live to so many animals
Cool breezes to so many others
All it ever asked for was water and sunshine
And, that was what God gave it
We have no idea how long it lived
What it may have seen before man arrived
Axes cut deep into its skin
But there were no screams or tears as it fell
Hours later the tree was gone
Chopped into a hundred pieces
All that was left was a single log
Nothing special to look at
It has a story that should be told
Only if anyone cares to listen
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