Of your kind, I've seen quite a few,
But you, tree stump full of charm,
Take home the prize.
We stumbled upon you
Our last trek through the forest,
Through autumn-thinned foliage,
Now visible to nature lovers' eyes --
About three feet high,
Bright green moss
growing here and there,
English ivy up one side,
The cutest toadstools at your base,
Weather-sculpted crevices
Where God's tiny creatures
must love to abide.
Nature is filled with
Such objects of delight!
You've got personality,
Kid.
