In Response to Someone Calling a Tree Majestic

Majestic? No.
How can you be so
When you are so fragile.
When puny man can kill you
Mutilate you, annihilate you
Because he needs space, or light, or timber.

Not a shade of cool shade, not a whisper of breeze
To show where you lived and died.
Where your broad trunk rose above the ground
Bearing boughs and leaves stretching into the sky.
Just a slab of concrete
Covering where your roots once dipped in deep.

The same as all the rest of the concrete all around.
Not a seed, not a memory
Survives.