The oak stood proud.
Nothing could compare.
Rangers relied on it for shelter;
Birds laid their nests on its branches;
Bugs creeped about the base;
Wind illuminated the arms of the mighty oak.
The soil contaminated.
Soil morphing into bumps
Bumps into mounds
Mounds that were out of bounds.
Root connections grew,
Everything drained. Bushes break,
trees tremble and grass groans.