Born again- a poem

I am born again, I am alive

Although again, I never died.

When the men came,

And cut me down,

It took five men

And five saws,

And five hours.

Fifty-five years of growing

Chopped down in one afternoon

As if they could end me.

Who has spread roots down for

Longer than they’ve walked upright.

At night, while they lie still

in their dead, wooden beds

Tonight, while they rest

 in the knowledge that

they’ve laid me to rest.

I shall take my roots,

 and work my way up

Back above ground.

And be reborn.