Come, Woodsman

By Steve Herbert

A sapling rooted deep in fertile ground,
you grew with youthful vigour, proud and tall,
the green life coursing strong through veins, unbound
by whispR 7;ring doubt or fear of future fall.
Unbent by countless raging storms, full-grown,
with outspread arms you offered pleasing shade.
From lifeR 7;s harsh blows, you sheltered those oR 7;erthrown,
and R 6;neath your branches strong, a haven made.
But every summer ends in autumnR 7;s tears,
the crumpled leaf, the gnarled and twisted bark.
In vain you fought the passage of the years
that stole your sap and crushed lifeR 7;s vital spark.
Poor hollowed trunk where once you stood sublime;
“, swing your axe. ItR 7;s time. ItR 7;s time̶ ;

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