Message from the Chestnut

As sure as Frost upon the virus lay,  
The Tree will stand supreme again one day;  
Though time may toll beyond our mortal means,  
The Chestnut will again adorn the country scene.  
For lo, these mortals will come to plant and spade,  
And cultivate the chestnut day by day,  
And return it will upon this hallowed ground,  
For it once was dominant and renowned.  
But just as weak as we all are too,  
So does the Chestnut keep growing shoots anew;  
And its persistence is supreme insight,  
Lest we not persist and shrivel from a blight.