Tick Tock

I found a tree this morning

On my morning walk

I’ve come this way for many years

But this tree I did not spot

Its heavy trunk lay close to ground 

I wondered what had brought it down

This dead, reclusive, Gothic tree

Whose hidden beauty I could see
And its arm that reached out desperately

And now recoiled in agony

Its gnarled, decayed and mottled limb

Reminded me of the Fairy Tale, "Grimm",

It had cried for help, but no one came

It then repulsed in shock and pain

Its plan was to live to seventy three

But, alas, it found

Twas not to be