Showpiece

Deep in the forest Fed by the soil Nourished by the sun and rain It etched itself onto the sky. As it receded from the ground Its wings mourning the upward drift Retained the earthbound bond Passed the sky’s nectar into the soil, Showering gratitude by casting its shadow For all down below to soothe their weary frames, Sheltering the potent ones from ravages up So they like it one day grow into a behemoth. Once clothed mankind’s nudeness Now remorselessly denuded by the axe of progress Twisted gnarled deformed at man’s pleasure, Wizened mummy, in our room a showpiece furniture!