I stand over the remains of a tree.
It’s massive form is capsized,
Drowned and beaten.
Roots reach to the sky,
The curling fingers grasping at air.
A THUNDER! and a CRACK! have been loosed
As the lumbering growth came crashing down.
Now that the tree has been torn asunder,
An echo of its force is imprinted in space,
And it now becomes home for new life.