.                  The Fall


    Yes, our empire collapsed

      but I endured the test of

    time, yet you, you deciduous

         blow-in, thought I was

     superfluous. Think again.


    Sneaking up on me for the

      past 300 years, I may be

     stone deaf, even blind, but

  I could feel your roots making

their way under my foundations.


  You even tried to surround me

   by dropping samaras on the

    other side, well, it’s karma.

        You deserve your fate,

            pseudoplatanus.





Ps.

Sycamore Gap