I Fell In Love With a Tree Stump

I fell in love, with a tree stump, Whose knotty bark, I climbed. When I was just a little girl, I would tuck myself inside. It kept my treasures safe. Hidden inside its little nook. And there, I spent many hours, Curled up, with a book. I saw my stump less and less, As I aged, and time passed. Forgotten, it got over run, By thorns and waist high grass. The ants, decided to make it home, All the other creepy crawlies too, And as I watched it slowly crumble, I bid my stump, adieu