Tree sits alone. Fallen Angel 6

Thirty years of effort
growing both above and below the crevice
where that seed first fell from the gulls mouth
it bonded to the side of the hill
pushing roots through soil
and stone
and rock
and granite
and acid
and worms
and lava
to a core where earth's kindness and reflection
ran through its veins like a man made current.

Above was no different
the urge to stretch despite holding onto to so many leaves
which hung like many pendants from many fingers
catching the sun's rays inviting heat and light
nestling birds
and squirrels
and children
and tossed shoes
and sometimes butterflies
yet more often plastic bags.

Pride carried it through autumn
when those pendants fell
like so many suicidal workers
and scattered mockingly
by it's feet, like undressing for bed.

Then the winter that froze solid
it's limbs, feeling ready to snap
if anything bigger than an owl should land.

Yet another summer had arrived
the tree stretched out lovingly
feeling the warm glow
radiate over it's majestic clothing,
feeling the roots moving and massaging the soil
like toes on carpet.

Another glorious day
another reason to be alive
another thirty years of wonder
of squirrels
of children
of winter
of summer
of sun
of earth
of......

....'He' saw this after hiding behind the hill,
dashing over, dragging a grimace like a snow shovel
he karate chopped the tree
watched it fall down the hill and die.

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I have decided to repost these as individual poems, they are taken from my poetry book I published on Amazon.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fallen-Angel-Mr-Darren-Connor/dp/1492989223

Some of the older members have already read these and I thank them
Just a quick fix to get my number of poems up. I was probably a bit quick publishing, some of these need more work.