At my university (Lancaster UK) there is a big tree in the middle of the library (see featured image), and whenever I look at it I feel angry. So I wrote a poem about it to vent my anger in a beautiful and poetic way. Here it is:
The Tree in the Library
A lone tree in a library?
Why not an elephant in a cage of ivory?
Its stem breaches a follicle in the concrete plain and
Like an arthritic hand its feeble boughs fumble towards the false sunlight.
One day I hope,
That among the crippled empty bookshelves,
The bed of rotten leaves and the inky tributaries which course over the
Crestfallen hardbacks, spines arched – face down –
Like an Amazonian colony of tiny roofs
That the tree remains.
The concrete crumbles as the roots rupture
And tentacular shoots clamber hungrily over desks and chairs
And a geometric world buckles – giving way to a curvilinear splendour.