the Tree

the Tree
I walk by every morning
was once thriving
its branches reached up to the sky
and graced all the creatures
who set foot upon its vegetation
until one day, I noticed its absence
cut down
by a force that's blunt
and unexplainable
confusing and unfortunate
it couldn't save itself from its fate
it couldn't grasp on to the sky
and simply refuse its demise
but something still remains
the stump is hard to look at
I behold
its sad smooth sorry surface
and the roots still linger
deep in the ground
they cling on to life
dark and deep below the surface
and I wonder
if the tree will grow back
out of spite
or conceivably because living is all it knows how to do
only to be slaughtered
once again.