Inspiration from a tree stump

I was taking a walk a few days ago. I had my notebook in hand, praying for some inspiration for the story/hopeful novel that I am attempting to write. One day I will tell you about this story, but that day is not today. You see, I did not get inspiration to write my story, I got inspiration to write a poem. So here it is:

A Girl Standing on a Stump

How often nature mirrors man.
Or does man mirror nature?

Branches crunch as I take steps over them,
I hear the bones of a child.
Saw dust, moistened by the melted snow,
I see the blood of soldiers. 

A great tree stood above the rest
and now I stand on its stump.
I am now the new ruler
of a land filled with dead.

Bodies shamelessly on top of one another.
Their muscle is seen from beneath,
Their freshly peeled skin.
Their arms reaching out for one to save them.
Their lifeless faces blend in with the rest.

No one is aware of this massacre that took place.
But they are only trees,
and I am only a girl standing on a stump.
~Feb 2011

Here's a picture I took of the trees:















Perhaps this could be seen as a "Greeny" or "Environmentalist" poem about cruelty to trees. It could be seen as a crazy chick standing on stump. However, that's not how I wrote it. The reason I wrote it is because the scene reminded me of pictures I have seen of destruction, pain, chaos, death. I thought of how nature mirrored it so perfectly I had to preserve it in a poem. Do you see how nature mirrors man? Or is it man mirroring nature?