How The Mighty Have Fallen
Once it stood tall and proud overlooking the Weald
But, oh how the mighty have fallen
It now lies on its side
Roots ripped from the earth beneath
And now it only sees the ground
Or the ever-changing sky above
Did it fall with a mighty crash?
Gone over in one fell swoop
Or slowly lean and list and tilt
Until it could hold itself up no more
And topple unceremoniously to the floor
The noise I hear is of running water
Cascading past me down the hill
Through holes in the ground it has made
For it now manages to run underground
To undermine the once strong hold
The earth had on the mighty tree’s roots
Until it gave up, roots and all
Crashing down crushing all in its path
And now the other trees look down on it
Laughing at how it had been so proud
So grand, so majestic, so regal
Only to become as common as muck
Lying low on the ground
Never to rise up again
Just destined to become a rotting mass of mulch
Or be chopped into pieces and taken away to be burnt
But once the others have had their laugh
They will realise it is only a matter of time
Before one of them is the next in line
To fall themselves and be a mighty goner too
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