Two hundred years ago... by MissInglis, literature
Literature
Two hundred years ago...
Two hundred years ago
A little tree was sprouted,
Its furled leaves began to grow
Although many had doubted
With fifty years scored
The sprout was no more,
In his place
A great leafy Lord,
His limbs had branched out
Green fingertips galore
His trunk tall and stout, watching over the shore
One century later
And the King was still standing
His reign even greater
His reach still expanding
But today it’s suggested
That the King’s rule should end
Just because one requested
A new building ascend
Day by day
The Sprout has nurtured our lives…
Should He be slayed?
Or should He survive?