Ken Baileys Ghost
Plastic
The Sycamore’s Lament
Do not weep for me
A sycamore tree
I knew this day would
Come
You who have visited me
Shared your love and grief with me
My roots are still here
Though my branches are gone.
Come and stand for a while
And you may still hear
The wind playing soft through my leaves
As the birds sing their song
Of an old tree’s lament
Where I stood over 200 years.
Everything changes
All beauty must die
Or wither and fade or decay
And man must destroy
What he loves most in the world
Through anger, or greed and dismay.
So do not forget me
A sycamore tree
A symbol of ancient folklore
Remember a place where a great tree once stood
Now a gap with a Sycamore
No more.
Gail Lawler 28/09/2023
All is not lost Stan.
The tree is as good as dead; any new growth from the base will never make anything sizable due to the base being compromised where it joins the old stump.
However this would work:
If you know what your doing and have serious amounts of money moving mature trees isn't a problem, depending on the species.
A large leaved Acer such as the Sycamore would be fine and there are plenty of mature ones to pick from.
btw, if you're a bit sad and like grown up horticulture the whole film is belting.