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?

Your Story

    If you were a book, what would it be? Would it be a tale of mystifying adventure? Would it be a mystery filled with twists and turns? Would it be a romance filled with your heart? Or would it be a tale of a dull, boring life and was highly predictable? To tell you the truth...my story, would be the last one. Sure my life contains some interesting people who intrude in my life on a weekly basis. But as a whole, my life is dull, boring, and predictable. Even I can guess what I'm gonna do next....wait....well, you get my point. I live the life I want to live in my dreams, and my stories. I'm a writer. I was born to express my deepest thoughts in words, that when spoken or read out of context, have no meaning.
Perhaps one day my dream of wanting to be a Christian Fiction Novelist will come true. But for now, I'm a student. Going day to day, class to class, boring to boring. To be honest, I'm tired of it. One can only find so much fullfillment from dreams, you know? But when I write, its as if my dreams come to life. It's as if my thoughts finally make sense and the world comes together and sings in song....or something like that.
I hope that you, my readers (if I have any), find my stories, poems, and insights interesting. I hope that my story will change. I hope to one day make a difference with the words I type on my computer and write in my notebooks. You have the power to write your own story, let it be a good one.
(This was inspired by my favorite video game of all time Final Fantasy X)