Returning from Devon, along the M5,
No camera in hand, as I drove on by,
Crafted from the earth, it stood alone,
Like it was sculpted, out of natural stone,
Contorted but stunning, painted in black,
Missing the splendour, of the leaves that it lacked,
The majestic sun, beamed through each branch,
As I passed by, twisted shadows danced,
Out of view so quickly, yet stuck in my mind,
This distorted wonder, that I once left behind.