Cold steel
Sharpened blade
Swinging swift & true
Sunshine glinting high
Sweat & nerves run deep rivulets
Muscles strain with hourly effort
Rhythmic forward motions
Eyes blind to consequence
Liquid thick & sticky
Creates mess upon the ground
Each stroke of blade does make a sickening crack
Dull as thunder
Coming forward is inevitable
Down she falls
Aged & proud
Dismembered for sake of convenience
Roots ripped asunder
Where once stood she
Tall & ancient
Now is naught but memory
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