Welcome to Birdie's Nest!

Stump

An oak stump upon emerald windswept field
Long ago did the tree fall and perish,
Yet, here celebrated by skyscraping fungus.
This fairy circle no doubt houses joyous smurfs.
Who, with boundless glee, exhort plentiful,
Nay, infinite nutrient from fine wood corpse.
But, Hark! Consider the milennia spent by
Proud Redwood: One Ring, One Year,
Vainly stretching to heaven like Babel.
Oh, Icarus of knots and branches and leaves!
What selfishness! What Foolishness!