I often visited this forest,
making acquaintance
with a centennial maple tree;
there I conversed eloquently...
as if I were talking to a trusted friend.
I went back yesterday around nine
to admire its shimmering green foilage,
and discovered it was cut down to a stump...
before crashing and breaking the brenches of birch and pine,
as black ooze bleeded, fuxed and bubbled...
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