Stood a birch, white and green,
Such a sight as rarely seen.
Sudden the storm, complete the fall–
Hollow the core revealed to all.
Stood a man, clean and strong,
A well-known sight for miles around.
One false step–Notoriety!
Feet of clay. Astonished, we?
Flaws of nature are everywhere,
Man and tree, whoever they be.
Yet of fallen trees may seedlings rise,
And to broken saints, God grace supplies.
Abigail Nobel, BSN, RN, MA
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