Fallen Tree

 

O mammoth trunk,
To earth you’ve sunk,
Your roots flung in the air;
Your leafy crown
In weeds brought down
To lie neglected there.

What heavy blow
So brought you low
In such a sorry state?
Was’t tempest lash
Or lightning flash,
Or swollen river’s spate?

You that were proud
To brush each cloud
Afloating in the sky,
And they who feared
To try your beard
When you were straight and tall
Now sit astride
Your humbler pride,
And on your branches crawl.