NaNoWriMo Day 12 The Missing Tree.
Many years ago a great elm tree stood here.
Tall, it grew and spread its branches wide.
But the height that gave it its grand majesty,
Let a small insect its fate decide.
The Elm Bark Beetle carries the deadly spore.
It feeds on young bark in the tree top.
It flies high and picks only the tallest trees,
There it delivers its fungus crop.
Our tree succumbed and sadly withered away.
The autumn winds blew, taking their toll.
Skeletal and fragile our tree was torn down.
Now in our hedge, there’s an empty hole.
