I fell in love with a tree stump.

A quite curious stump was he.

No branches to thump.

No fall leaves to see.

But a very special stump was he.



There in the woods, other trees grew tall.

Swaying their limbs and leaves in the breeze.

But one special tree stump won my awe.

Once, tall and stately was he, before the freeze.

Now, short and sad hearted because of the saw.



I was weary, downhearted, and lonely.

When, I spotted that stump beside a pile of wood.

A perfect place to rest, it seemed to me.

I rushed right over as quickly as I could. 

Then, sat right there, relaxed, and feeling so good.



While trees all around made their showy stance,

I sat and enjoyed from my comfortable stump.

He had no limbs nor leaves to wind-dance.

He had no branches to thump.

He was there for me to rest myself...by chance.



Pining alone, I fell in love with that tree stump.

A quiet refuge was he.

No longer sad, life became plump.

And my soul soared higher than one can see.

For he was there when I needed him...and he needed me.

 -Dane ann smith-johnsen