Wooden Phoenix Poem by Sonny Rainshine

A single needle drops from the pine,
but the tree remains.
A storm snaps off a branch,
but the trunk stays.
The logger saws down the tree,
but the stump is still there.
The wench uproots the stump,
but leaves a hole
in the earth
into which has fallen
a seed.

The seed
is embraced by the earth
which closes the hole
and roots form
from the mulch of the stump.
At first a fragile stem
then a trunk pushes up
and branches out
in the shape of a tree
tinseled with thousands
of fragrant needles.