The Sound of Paper

From the earth it erupts

Growing longer, stronger, as the sun rises and sets

Days and nights pass, bringing the wind, the rain, the moon, the stars

A place of shelter it becomes

Its sturdy arms swaying in the breeze

Green and brown intertwined

Strong, solid - a masterpiece

Rings mark the passing of the years

So much it has seen; so much it could tell

 

Enter the sound of destruction

Slicing through those rings - those years

The mighty falls, for it is needed

Needed for the world to document

And, ultimately, to pay

 

It is a necessary sorrow…

The sound of paper, becoming