One Less Tree

Each leave bound together by the weightless measure of nature as The stems turn every which way, intertwined, yet in such a simplistic manner. Soon, draped in water improving their texture, the stream manages to divulge its presence. Sun shines through the leaves complementing their transparent coating, laced to the brim. The many flaws, creases, and imperfections etched within each leave Intrigue like a scar that holds a permanent story, anxiously waiting to be told. With each passing spring, incremental growth is portrayed by such vibrant colors. Now, tree stumps embedded throughout the field of wet soil, yet they once stood tall Until rusty scrap ran with much oil. It seems as if we stumbled upon such an idea that some may deem worthy. It is just one less tree, for it couldn't bring too much hurt. As I ponder for many hours I wonder what is soon to unfold, but I just Can't come across this idea as bold.