There is a stump in front of me
Maybe it was once a tree?

That gave shade and swayed
Beside the Sea

Where wind would whistle
Through its leaves

And tell a tale of long ago
When the grass was tall, and the tide was low

When ships would sail upon the sea
For months and months until received

Upon dry ground they would commence
To build and teach, learn and express

They cut it down to build much more
A house of worship? A house of lore?

And so a stump sits in in the tree's stead
As I sit here with my hand holding my head

Wondering if

The Stump wishes for the years behind
When people could climb...