IF I WOOD, I COULD

Intimate patterns cast in rings

Intricate rings around silhouettes

Knurled silhouettes of the past

A past life now revealed

The blade, sharp indeed

Sharpened steel, rows of teeth

Tall stood you for years till

Serrated teeth beset the fall

At times need, and most times greed

the actions of the small and proud

The towering pride is but broken

and scattered on forest floor

Amidst the wreckage and rough edges

Among the splinters bleeding

lies hope in seedlings new

blending grain into the brain