Grand Fir

Cut from the roots
Tipped over, the weight of majesty descends with a
“Thud”
The pride of the height from whence you came
Levelled to the x-axis.
Facedown in the dirt you fought so furiously
To rise from.
The soil that toiled to give you life,
Does life smell different down here?

Netted. Carried away like a hostage
Life fading away in a
Mingling of sap and water,
A drink offering, poured out.

But then,
Raised up once more.
You might call it resurrection
Transfigured with illumination
Adorned in such splendor that Solomon would
Blush.
Greeted with eyes full of awe and wonder
Taking in all of your Glory

As was her name.

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