If a pine falls, will it make a sound?
Will it die by fire or by my chainsaw?
A celebration in our town,
Maybe a barbecue, rare, medium or raw.
A single tree won't do,
I need the lot.
A thick one shelters twin saplings too,
A deformed tree stands through battles hard fought.
The saplings need water and sun,
That thick tree can't protect them forever now!
I have the wood and flamethrower, time for fun!
And these saplings would make a good chew toy for the hounds.
The last tree is rooted to the spot,
Did nothing to help its brethren.
Just strip it of leaves and cones, and I'll let it rot.
The family tree will never mend.
Last but not least the twin saplings are alone,
The smaller protects the larger from harm,
Yet together they cannot possibly grow.
Oh well, here's your chew toy guys!
The question remains.
Crackling and sparking the thick tree fell,
Slowly and painfully the deformed one is slain.
While the saplings hear their protectors' death knell.
So lest you want this fate,
Give yourself up, and come to the gate.
For when a pine tree falls,
It is a beautiful cry of agony to me.
AN- I have never been invested into characters' lives this deeply before.