The ancient stump’s bark scrapes on the skeletal frame.

It lays frozen in time unable to move.

A forgotten relic, unable to fulfill his duties.

A foundation for a microscopic spiders silky, elegant web.

Motionless, just left to crumble in his despair.

Left alone, no-one, nothing to comfort him.

Nature forms around him creating shelter from the rain.

Predator Snakes coil around him ready to stealthily.

Sinking in the winter, rising in the summer.