A weighty, barky specimen gave way today under the brunt of the chain and axe. Presumably university lackeys felled it on account of Ice Catastrophe '07 damages.
I always liked the tree though. How it always was just there. Growing. Swaying. Vegetating. Very dependable. Though kinda shady.
The murderers gloating over the kill. They licked their chops as the sap dribbled down their mouths and cutting blades. Then someone lit up a smoke. Heartless.
More of the same.
The bike...for scale. A big'un true-nuff. But live on, tree. You'll always be my arbor in the tempest.