I am the cut up pieces of the great oak tree
Bark, brown and protecting, falls off easily
It sparkles with the unforgivingly wet mud
As it dances down my delicately strong cover
My strongest branch now sits faithfully next to the weak
Torn down from the height of my power to be meek
Shows how we all are fuel towards the majestic end
I cry in pain as the humanoids cut my toughest bend
They cut as I block the immense pains, reoccurring
The ant colony in my dead limbs are stirring
I see my insides, incredible, for the first time
Respectfully and smoothly they clear the extra grime
Finally the longevic deed of death is complete
As my spirit rises up I can tell I’ve been beat
I’m stacked neatly as if it were done correctly
Woe be, my splinters for revenge, so sweetly
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