An old tree stump stands as a poignant sign.
Weathered and worn, it tells a tale unseen,
A story eternal, in its past serene.
Once a mighty giant, reaching for the skies,
Its branches, a symphony of verdant ties.
Whispering secrets to the birds and breeze,
A witness to life’s ever-changing seas.
`But seasons passed, and fate took its toll,
Leaving behind a remnant, strong and whole.
A symbol of resilience, rooted deep,
An emblem of perseverance, souls to keep.
The tree stump, a canvas, awaiting its chance,
To continue the journey, to join life’s dance.
For though it may seem still, untouched by years,
Its story is far from over, let me make it clear.
See how the stars guide their eternal flight,
Constellations weaving cosmic threads of light.
Like them, this stump longs to burst into bloom,
To defy the stagnant, and embrace its own doom.
In the stillness, hidden beneath weathered bark,
Lies the strength of transformation, leave behind the dark.
From a barren niche, life will effortlessly sprout,
New shoots of green, breaking boundaries of doubt.
Oh, let your eyes behold this humble rebirth,
A testament to the cosmos, a dance on this Earth.
The tree stump, it yearns to transcend time’s scope,
To become a testimony of resilience, of hope.
So, let us marvel at this stoic piece of wood,
For its soul, everchanging, ever misunderstood.
Witness its journey through the blurring stars above,
As it blooms and evolves, a symbol of triumphant love.
The tree stump, to be continued, it shall be,
A testament to life’s ceaseless symphony.
Like the constant motion of the stars, ever moving,
It reminds us of the strength in embracing our grooving
Zoé Haynes-Smith Photography 